Well the moving company came and did their walk through survey today. To decide how many boxes and what not they need to bring.
I have been going through the house for a few months now packing up little things that I want to pack myself. Deciding what is going and what is staying. I have already made a few trips to the Airman’s Attic here on base to donate household items. Have already put some stuff out for bulk pick up for the garbage and recycling tomorrow.
Monday is the day that housing comes and does their walk through to say what needs to be done and so forth to get the house ready to turn back over to them.
All in all it is going pretty smoothly, despite me being sick for four weeks. I just now have to get caught up on things by this weekend.
Today I started knitting the first of the hats that I pledged to knit for Joli for the winter of 2008.
Yeah!!! I figured out how to use that knitting needle thing that is all one piece. This thing is cool. Woohoo. I have never used one before but let me tell you, I like it. No having to switch hands on the needles, one continous circle!!
HAHAHAH
So being sick and not able to sleep, I have something to do!!!!
I know it is not something that alot of people would be happy about or excited about, but hey. It's the simple pleasures in life that keep us sane.
Oh yeah, the fevor broke this morning. :) Starting to feel better again.. Lets hope... and here is to hoping I get my voice back!!!
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You are a wonderful person to do that and I'm glad you are feeling better.
When did it become socially acceptable to place a child on medication and label them ADHD?
When did it become the normal thing to do?
To put a child on an addicting drug that they will have to take for the rest of their lives to function?
When?
Why?
Do not tell me that my child is a disruption in class and that I am a bad parent because I will not put my child on this drug just so he can learn. That is unacceptable to me. It is wrong and to me it is morally incomprehensible to do to a child.
Now.. Yes there are children, and adults, that need to have this medication. That is the choice of their families and selves. That does not mean my child should have to be on it.
Don't tell me my child is a disruption in class unless you are going to have the common sense to send home a note or, heaven forbid, call me at home and tell me there is an issue.
If my child acts out in class, take away his damn recess... I will sign whatever damn paperwork needs to be signed that says you can take away his recess.. Recess is a privilege and if he has done something so terribly wrong that you should have called me in the first place, you better damn well have adhered to some guidelines that we agreed on at the start of the school year. You know.. I signed that paperwork and could have sworn so did you. *WE* came up with this agreement together.
Now.. The school my son goes to has this system with colors that they do every day. Green is a good day, Yellow is a warning, Red is a bad day; Blue is a really bad day and I get a call home from the teacher, and White is a referral to the office and the principal calls me.
Where in there does it leave any room for interpretation as to the consequences of his actions. He acts out, he flips is card from green to yellow.. He acts out again he flips it from yellow to red.. He acts out again he flips it from red to blue and you get the point.. Where in their does it say ignore his behavior and wait until we have a parent teacher conference about something else to bring it up?
Don’t tell me my son needs medication because you don’t have the balls to flip his damn card and call me. O.o....
Oh yes.. And when I said in the meeting today that "Unlike you all when he acts up, I get to smack him upside his head." Go ahead and look down your damn nose at me and say, "You should not say that, its child abuse." When I respond, "You think so huh? Well your wrong."
Don't look at me like I am stupid because I freely admit that if my son is an ass he is going to get treated like an ass.. These are the consequences of his actions and he will damn well be responsible for them.
I grow tired of hearing "Well the parents never parent." or "There is no discipline at home, we don’t get paid to discipline here at school." Want to bet? I give you permission to discipline him, within the schools guidelines, at school.
If my son acts out don't you dare say to me I should look into the medications when you have not done the basic thing of call me when there is a problem. Waiting 3 to 5 weeks to tell me of an issue does not solve the issue. It only tells the child that they can do what they want when they want.
Oh and... Please.. Keep your story straight. If my child is such a bad kid in your book.. Do not tell me how sweet he is, how he is always helpful to other students and the teacher. That is not only showing how stupid you are, it is hypocritical to my child. And it makes you look like an incompetent moron.
Oh and here is the big one friends.. My son is doing classroom work, with the other students.. He is *NOT* being pulled out for special education classes anymore, except for spelling tests. So do not tell me that my son's IQ has dropped because he is not on medication like he was three years ago when my ex-husband had him put on medication. Oh yes... Had him put on medication without consulting me or notifying me as he is required by law to do. Medication that was so much it put him to sleep by 5pm.. The kid was starving to death because he was not eating; he was coasting through his day and sleeping allot. I don’t know what tests they gave him three years ago, but I don’t buy it.
His IQ dropped in your book with your tests. OK I can accept that, I don’t agree with it, but ok. See I know when he is acting up and being dramatic, you don’t. OK well your starting to learn, but you really do not know.
Look down your nose at me again because I wont medicate my child so you can have an easy day, and I will smack that damn look off your face.. Suffering my own consequences for my actions. School Psychologist whatever, I don't care about your titles or degrees. If you cant come up with something better then what you have, well, you should go back to school yourself.
Oh and don’t ever try to suspend my son from school again. I warned you all the first time two years ago. You may not suspend him. I will come to school daily if I have too and be there in every class, all day long, every day if I have too. He is there for an education; I could get into trouble for not sending him to school. You will not be allowed to send him home cause you don’t want to deal with him.
I support you educating him. You need more school supplies, give me a list... I budget x amount of $ every month for odds and ends on school supplies because I know better. I Will be involved in my children’s education, I take it very seriously. I ask questions and I take notes at meetings. I listen and I comprehend what you are saying and I apply it at home. We study together; we dedicate time and a specific place for homework every night. Don’t look down on my child or me because you think we are not giving him the help he needs. We are, don’t believe me? You are welcome to come to my home, after school, and see exactly what our routine is it does not change. It stays the same structured way for consistency and structure.
Gahh… I just want to punch something.
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YOU ... are not a bad mother.
YOU ... do not have a bad kid.
When did this happen? It happened when the generation between my parents and myself decided that children could do absolutely no wrong. It happened when children turned into children and the adults grew old. I
t happened when the bad parents decided that negative reinforcement for bad behavior was "abusive" and demeaning to their feelings.
It happened when the teachers and administrators of our public schools tried to instill order and discipline and some parent with the head up their arse sued them for it.
Most people didn't see it comingl it just kind of asymulated our society (like the Borg). It snuck in when Dodgeball was no longer allowed to be played because the poor players were always the first to get hit - rendering them into a state called "out". And God forbid that little Tommy should be labeled as "out".
It snuck in when Tag was banned because it encouraged the bullies to chase after the prey; and it encourage the prey to run. Hell, when I played tag - it was the safe time for the prey to chase down and beat the hell out of the bulllies. But how does little Joey deal with always being "it".
It snuck in when all major competitive sports (Baseball, Softball, Kickball, Football, Soccer) stopped keeping score because it's demeaning for my child to be on the losing team. Why can't we all just get along? It's not whether you win or lose the game - it's about how you played.
And do you want to know where all of this is going to get us? It's arleady started to happen. They have grown to the age that they have started to enter the workforce. You can see them at your local fast food business, or the grocery store, or the department store. These are the mindless little freaks that really could care less about you, their job, or the quality that they perform. If they don't get their way - they will find someplace else, but not until after they are fired for making your life a living hell for a brief moment. And with those same "my kid doesn't need discipline; he just needs medicine for his ADHD" adults in lower management - they don't see a need to reprimand or terminate these people; they just need to up their meds.
(holy crap ... this was suppose to be a comment, not a journal ... sorry)
Mom Test
I was out walking with my 4 year old daughter. She picked up something off
the ground and started to put it in her mouth. I took the item away from her
and I asked her not to do that.
'Why?' my daughter asked.
'Because it's been on the ground, you don't know where it's been, it's
dirty, and probably has germs,' I replied.
At this point, my daughter looked at me with total admiration and asked,
'Momma, how do you know all this stuff, you are so smart.'
I was thinking quickly.
'All moms know this stuff. It's on the Mom Test. You have to know it, or
they don't let you be a Mom.'
We walked along in silence for 2 or 3 minutes, but she was evidently
pondering this new information.
'OH...I get it!' she beamed, 'So if you don't pass the test you have to be the dad.'
''Exactly,' I replied back with a big smile on my face.
When you're finished laughing, send this to a Mom.
A group of graduates, well established in their careers, were talking at a
reunion and decided to go visit their old university professor, now retired.
During their visit, the conversation turned to complaints about stress in
their work and lives. Offering his guests hot chocolate, the professor went
into the kitchen and returned with a large pot of hot chocolate and an
assortment of cups -porcelain, glass, crystal, some plain looking, some
expensive, some exquisite - telling them to help themselves to the hot
chocolate.
When they all had a cup of hot chocolate in hand, the professor said:
'Notice that all the nice looking, expensive cups were taken, leaving behind
the plain and cheap ones. While it is normal for you to want only the best
for yourselves, that is the source of your problems and stress. The cup that
you're drinking from adds nothing to the quality of the hot chocolate. In
most cases it is just more expensive and in some cases even hides what we
drink. What all of you really wanted was hot chocolate, not the cup; but you
consciously went for the best cups... And then you began eyeing each others
cups.
Now consider this: Life is the hot chocolate; your job, money and position
in society are the cups. They are just tools to hold and contain life. The
cup you have does not define, nor change the quality of life you have.
Sometimes, by concentrating only on the cup, we fail to enjoy the hot
chocolate God has provided us.
God makes the hot chocolate, man chooses the cups. The happiest people don't
have the best of everything. They just make the best of everything that they
have.
Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak kindly.
And enjoy your hot chocolate.
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