one of those days

It has been a rough day.  And instead of sucking it up and moving on, I really feel I must vent about it.

I got up feeling a little bit like I had been hit by a mac truck.  Ladybug was sick last week and it barely slowed her down.  She did leave school one day after puking during math but otherwise she just kept on going.  However, I am older and have a different immune system.  So it has hit me hard. 

Can't breathe.  Fever.  Dripping nose.  Coughing.  Sneezing.  Achy. 

But I did not stay in bed.  Ladybug needed to go to school.  Plus we had therapy this morning.  So I dragged my butt out of bed, showered and got dressed.  I try to convince myself I would feel better if I just got moving.

We went off to therapy.  I really like our therapist.  Ladybug really likes our therapist.  But I have been wondering lately if we have the right therapist.  We have made progress.  Things have moved.  But do we need to be with an attachment therapist?  She is not an attachment therapist.  Do we need to be challenging the issues directly?  So I was prepared to address this with her. 

But she surprised me.  She told me we had made so much progress and were doing so well that she thinks we are done with therapy.  Done?  Wow.  I thought I was going in asking for more and I walked out with less.  I am done?  She is done?  She asked that we do a follow up appointment in 3-4 months. 

Maybe I should just be happy that I don't have to pay money on therapy now?

And then I decided that I could not just suck it up and go to work.  I went.  I dropped off the mail.  And I asked permission to work from home.  I am smart enough (even in my sickness) to ask big boss and not mini boss.  He didn't seem happy about it.  It looked like he was going to say no.  But then I sneezed in his face.   He said yes.

I grabbed a few files from my desk and headed home.  But I did not feel better.  My body was not going to just kick this by being home.  I tried to do work.  But I could not concentrate.  I could not focus.  Which means I either need to do double time tomorrow or I need to count today as a sick day.  And I do not have any more sick time this year.  I guess tomorrow will tell.

At the end of the day I headed out the door to pick up Ladybug.  I opened up the door and a letter fell to my feet.  It was from new management of my apartment complex.  I moved here about 16 months ago because a friend of a friend managed the complex.  I needed the flexibility that she could offer.  Because she knew me, she did not require me to sign a lease.  I like that.  But the owner sold the complex last month.  So I opened this note and it said that I needed to renew my lease.  Ummmm... never had one.  But that if I didn't renew it by November 15th (one month away) that I could stay on a month to month.  However if I pick the month to month they would be raising the rent to reflect market value (pretty sure I am at market value but have a feeling they feel differently) plus they would tack on $100 per month for the inconvenience of not having a lease. 

So I have to lock myself into a lease or move or pay out the nose.  None of those are really appealing to me.

But I didn't have time to think about it.  I needed to go get my girl.  Once home we sat down to do homework.  I started going through her backpack. 

There was a letter from her teacher stating that Ladybug is "at risk of failing in literacy and not meeting academic promotion requirements."  Failing first grade?  The school knows in October that my child will fail in June?  The teacher requested a meeting to discuss this.  She provided a time that I could not possible have day care.  So Ladybug will have to go too.  Ladybug starts Title I next week.  But the most frustrating thing is that they keep telling me that Ladybug doesn't know how to read.  She does!  I am not kidding.  I listened to read an entire book to my step mom recently.  And she read part of a book to me each night this week.  She may not be reading in school but it doesn't mean that she doesn't know how.

Okay so the good news -- because even I don't have entirely bad days: This is day 4 (YES, I SAID 4) of Ladybug having really good behavior at both school and the after school program.

Mean Mama