Wow! Finally – Down Shifting!

ImageWe have had a whirlwind weekend at Chez-Oz!  Friday evening consisted of a very important hockey game which, due to a totally awesome victory, lead to a road trip the following day for a championship game.  Not to mention the excitement for Mia’s karate belt graduation on Saturday.  And I would be remiss if I didn’t mention the resurrection of Mia’s iPod thanks to some savvy techs at the local repair shop.  The poor thing had been without it for close to three months and is now the definition of a happy camper.

Once her graduation was over she and I hopped in the car for an overnight “roady”, as the hockey lingo goes, to a beautifully placid place for the hockey championships.  Bella was away for the weekend with a friend and her family so she missed out on all the craziness but had, in her words, “a total blast!”

As if that weren’t enough, after the devastating loss in hockey we were up bright and early to get back home for a family birthday party.  Am I done?  Ohhh no!  Once we made it to the party we came home to pick up Bella and finish a school project that Mia was supposed to have worked on with a classmate.  (Why oh WHY do teachers insist on group projects?)  After multiple attempts at trying to get her classmate to finish the project, we just decided to ditch the classmate and finish it ourselves.

After running to the crafts shop to grab a few last minute things for the project, we come home Sunday around 6 pm to a phone message from said classmate’s mom begging us to meet up at her office to finish the project.  I stood my ground but not wanting to ruin things for Mia, I caved and we went and spent over two hours finishing up that blasted project which, of course, the mom, Mia and I worked on while the classmate “played.”

I so just wanted to take a nap this morning but the busy weekend left the house looking like a Kansas tornado blew through so here I sit wanting nothing but a nap as I clean, pick up and reminisce over a totally awesome weekend!

On a side note, last week I sent an email to Bella’s PE teacher to thank him for going the extra mile in a unit they are doing because he made sure he tracked down equipment that would fit Bella’s size.  Here is his response;

” It is my pleasure, I admire Bella for her effort to always do her best
without excuses. She remains positive when many students would give up. I
will always do whatever I can to support her efforts. Thank you for the
kind words …”

After reading that, I suddenly don’t feel so tired …

I’m Probably Going to Hell for This …

Image…but I had to laugh this morning.  There is a teen in our community who has a horrible illness that could have been life-threatening yet it was caught early and the doctors are confident that this teen has a 100% survival rate on kicking this disease’s ass.  The treatment sucks and the child is on various meds, missing a lot of school, etc. but in about four to six months, will be completely fine.

I know the mom must be going through hell and all the running to doctors and the hospital for treatment has to be a royal pain (been there!) but … you’re child is going to be fine!  The mom is part of the same group of people that I deal with on a regular basis who I have to treat almost like children to get them to understand that when it comes to Bella you need to remember certain things; 1)  You can’t pull on her limbs 2) Her arms aren’t long enough or strong enough to absorb the impact of a fall – it will be her skull that will take the brunt of it.  3) The closest hospital with the staff that knows how to operate on the head of a child with dwarfism is over five hours away.  I could go on and on but you get the idea.  If you are a parent of a child with dwarfism, you know the drill.

Yet, I can’t help but want to wave the “HELLLLLLLLO!” flag at this mom over her recent comments about being concerned about her suffering from PTSD once all of the trauma of this medical event with her child is over.  She said, “Everyday it’s something,” Really?  No shit? Welcome to my world!  (Yes, I said, “shit” it won’t happen again).

Not that I am screaming for attention here but other parents with kids with special needs don’t have the luxury of knowing that they just have to hold it together for a few more months and life will go back to some semblance of normalcy.   There will be emotional scars, sure, but for the most part, it will be all over.  Moms like me will never even grasp what that light at the end of the tunnel is even like, it just simply isn’t an option for us.

I know I am being irreverent here but I am just dumbfounded at how myopic people can be.  I really have to wonder if it has anything to do with the fact that we have always kept Bella’s situation within our family and close circle of friends.  If she has something going on medically, or potentially going on, we don’t go posting it all over Facebook to make people feel sorry for us or to tisk, “Oh! That poor family!”  It is our cross to bear and I am doing what needs to be done for Bella and no one else needs to know about it because it is just water cooler fodder for them.   If you need to be in-the-know, I will let you know!

I know that this mom is most likely just having a weak moment where she felt sorry for herself and made those feelings public.  I know that she is right in the middle of the storm with the medical side of her situation with her child and can only see how things affect her and not vice versa – please – don’t think that I am heartless.  I can totally understand where she is coming from but to be worrying about having PTSD when this is all over?  Come on!

I just wish people could take the time to realize that all of those kids with special needs that they pass in the store, at the mall or even at the hospital, have parents that live with whatever the condition may be, everyday …. forever.

(Thank you for letting me vent today!)

And People Wonder …

Diana hard at work apparently …

As is quite clear of late, my give-a-damn is busted.  Often times when you have special needs kids the loop with medical care, specialists and medical opinions can seem never ending.   We try our best to stay on top of things, to make sure medical offices have all the paperwork, that insurance companies have prior approval of appointments, etc.  We make follow up calls, emails and send letters making sure everyone is on the same page so that appointments go as planned.

Well, back in August of last year, I started to get paperwork moving for an appointment that is next month for an out-of-state specialist for Bella.  I was given a contact person and told to exclusively work with her.  Well, after FOUR separate emails that all received out of office automated replies back and no action whatsoever from her I had to go over her head twice to get her to do her damn job. Then this morning after another email to the powers that be, I find out that last week information was sent to the wrong doctor (and the doctor’s office not even questioning why they were getting the paperwork), and now new people are joining in after I go over the head of my initial contact and now am having to dig through my files to find paperwork that has been misplaced.

Yeah, as one friend on Facebook wrote this morning, “We should all be thankful that you have hockey as an outlet, otherwise there would be a trail of bodies behind you!”  Couple this medical nightmare with the BS from the last few weeks with my extended family, it really is a miracle that I haven’t killed anyone yet.  I just got off the phone with my mom and told her this whole sorted story and she laughed like crazy when I told her that our old pediatrician (the one who got sent files erroneously) should thank his lucky stars that I hadn’t showered before taking the girls to school because I would have been in his waiting area talking loud and letting every parent in the room know what a hack they have as a pediatrician for their child.

Now, just a few moments ago, I get a call from the specialists office, asking for some info to set up the appointment that I have been trying to get set up since AUGUST!  The nice girl Courtney said that Diana had called her this morning and asked her to call me to set things up.  I will give you all one guess who Diana is – ding ding ding – you guessed it, the one who was my point of contact whose email apparently only send out of office replies.

I sat for a moment and wondered why Diana was suddenly doing her job … then it hit me!

I guess that veiled threat of printing out the email thread and sending it to the Board of Directors of the hospital with a chronology of events did the trick!

Oh!  What a surprise, the present pediatrician’s office just called, they got the paperwork they needed and have forwarded everything to the insurance company – the decision should be in by early next week – shocker!

What? You Mean I Did Something Right? HOLD THE PHONE!

I am still fangirling over this, so you will all have to bear with me here.

Yesterday was a suckish day, first it was Monday and second, it was typical snow country weather – crappy; snow, freezing rain, cold, wind – the definition of suckish.   I did so little housework that I really don’t even think it would legally count as housework.  Let’s just say that if Mr. Clean were here he would be tisking in my direction whilst shaking his head in disappointment.

My day became exceedingly better when I picked the girls up at their respective schools.  Bella, being the oldest, gets picked up first because her dismissal time is earlier. Due to the crappy weather, Bella decided to stay in the car while I went inside to get Mia. I get a great big hug and kiss and then she looked at me and asked, “Guess what happened today, Mom?”  Now, if have kids like mine, getting them to tell you about their day can often result in what they recognize as oral surgery.  But yesterday for some reason, Mia was a Chatty Kathy.

Playing along I asked her what happened.  Then, as only an 11 year old can, she went into the excruciating detail of making sure I knew who the boy was that she was talking about before she finally told me what he had actually said.  Ok, so now that I knew who she was talking about, I was on pins and needles to know what he said.  “He said something about Bella today in school.”  My defensive radar went off and I stopped us in the hallway waiting for her to tell me exactly what he had said because if it was something negative, we were marching to the office. (Remember that idling in bitch mode reference a few days ago – well, yeah, that wasn’t hyperbole).

To my pleasant surprise the boy Ethan told Mia that his older brother went to school with Bella and that said older brother thought a lot of Bella because it certainly can’t be easy being a little person.  According to the big brother, Bella was amazingly strong, determined and proud to be exactly who she was with no regrets or apologies.  He thought that was pretty cool.

Well, blow me over with a feather.

A smile crept across my face as I looked at Mia and said, “Really?  He said that?”

“Yup!” she said, as only Mia can.

On our way out to the car I told Mia that this would be interesting to tell her big sister.  She wholeheartedly agreed.

We climbed into the car, Mia and I, both with what we refer to as shit-eating grins on our faces and looked at Bella, causing her to wonder what exactly we were up to.  As we were pulling out of the slush-infested parking lot, I let Mia tell her the story.  The look on Bella’s face was priceless.  I actually think she might have even blushed a bit.  She didn’t say a word but her eyes teared up a bit and then, still smiling, she looked out the window as we drove along the pathway leading to the main street. I let her lavish is that incredible compliment for a bit before I chimed in with my motherly advice.

I asked her if she thought that, maybe, if he thought like that then maybe, just maybe, a few others at school thought the same thing.  She looked at me and shyly said, “I don’t know.”  Well, let me just add a little color commentary here, shy is the last word anyone would ever use to describe my Bella.  But I know that deep down inside she knew that the answer to my question was, yes.

Then, as is customary in our family, we have to make a joke out of everything. I then feigned being mad and asked her how many times I had told her how incredible she was and how strong, etc.  I was quickly told that as her mom that was my job to regularly tell her how awesome she was but when someone who isn’t family says it, well, then it is a different story entirely.

But as I thought about all of this several things crossed my mind. First, there is a pretty good chance that this big brother, who is a good friend of Bella’s, had noticed this for quite some time and it was just amazing to me that a 13 year old boy would verbalize something like that to his younger brother.  Maybe it came up at the dinner table, who knows but I am so tempted to call his parents and tell them what a great job they have done with their son.

And then I realized, they weren’t the only ones who did a good job …

Us vs Them: The Judgmental Clueless Among Us (RANT!)

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Happy Sunday, Readers!

I have decided that with this nasty cold that I am taking over our bedroom for the day to do whatever I want!  Yeah, a rare selfish moment!  So, here I sit watching Law & Order: SVU, not one of my faves but the beginning of the episode looked promising and within about 10 minutes of the episode I had my blog theme for the day – the clueless.

In this episode someone steals a canister of embryos from a fertility clinic and the detectives get a list of clients who might have had something against the clinic.  One of the people they speak with is a wife who is a dwarf, like my Bella.  As the detectives interview her she explains that the reason she and her husband, also a dwarf, were using the fertility clinic was because they wanted the clinic to implant an embryo that would result in a dwarf child just like them.   Just a quick informational break – when two dwarfs hope to have a child there is a 25% chance that the child is average height, 50% that it is a dwarf and 25% chance that the child has what is called a double-dominate gene and those in this last category do not survive.  So, this dwarf couple were trying to avoid the double-dominate gene and shoot for the 50% range.

Former rapper Ice-T, as Detective Tutuola, while interviewing this dwarf wife asked, “Why would you want to bring a child with a disability into the world?”  The look on his face was one of confused disgust.  I actually rewound the DVR to watch the scene again because it ticked me off beyond belief.  The mentality of the clueless and uneducated never ceases to amaze me.  I guess you just have to have a cursory understanding of pop-culture to write for a TV show these days.

Thankfully the dwarf wife retorted, “Forgive me for wanting a child that looks just like me.  You get to have that luxury, why shouldn’t I?” and then she went on to explain to him that Achondroplasia isn’t a disability, etc.

But this entire scene just frosted my ass to no end.  The superficiality of our culture continues to grow almost exponentially and with the constant emphasis on genetics and people screening sperm donors based on physical characteristics and/or intelligence is beyond sickening.  This dovetails off of the story that became front-page news last week about the fabulous waiter in  Houston, TX who refused to serve a family when the father made rude and insulting comments toward a boy with Downs Syndrome who was also dining at the same restaurant with his own family.  Kudos to the waiter and big “bite-me” to this piss-poor father.  I hope he has gotten so many unpleasant phone calls that he and his family had to change their phone number.

What the flip is wrong with these people?  Their twisted sense of superiority and God-like knowledge of what is right and wrong makes me want to knee them in the nuggets and then slap them sane.  I get those looks all the time when I am out with Bella and there have been more than a few people who have gotten a education with my face about six inches from theirs.  In the beginning I would just ignore the comment and give people a nervous smile, not say a word and just walk away.  Now, it is the complete opposite, I either send the kids off with The Hub or send them to another part of the store and then the gloves are off.

Here is the thing, these ignoramuses say this BS because in their demented worldview they expect us to revert like a turtle and hide in our shell.  HA HA!  NOT!   I have told people that God never gave them a special child because He knew they couldn’t handle it.  So what does that mean?  Yeah, I *am* better than you are,  Jackass.  I have a whole catalog of comments that I hand out like fortune cookies for the ignorant.  Now, don’t get me wrong, I don’t lash out at every single person that looks cross-eyed at Bella.  Over the years I have learned to glean if an individual (child or adult) is understandably curious or  out to make fun of or mock my daughter.  Remember that 6th Sense I talked about a few days ago?  We special needs moms have it – its a fact, so don’t hate.

It is *so* easy to judge when you allow South Park to be your Wikipedia.  But when your five year old is dragging you down an aisle of a store screaming, “Come on, Mommy! You have to see it!” and comes around the end-cap pointing at my daughter, trust me, mouthing “I’m sorry,” to me ain’t gonna cut it, Sister.  This is a teaching moment and if you aren’t going to seize the moment, I will.  Yes, this really happened, my daughter was called an “it.”   Hello People!  This is all behavior that is either directly taught by you, the parents or it is learned from people that you allow near your child.  Including from the insane TV shows that you allow to babysit your children.  So, to conclude, because of your poor parenting choices, you will be humiliated, in public, by yours truly.

Schools can post as many anti-bullying posters they want but unless parents, teachers and administrators take a good hard look at what they do to perpetuate this kind of thinking, nothing is going to change.  You might as well take all that money spent on anti-bullying programs and drop it into my PayPal account.  Like it or not, teachers and even an administrator or two are just as guilty as the “I’m sorry” Mom because they perpetuate this crap by not doing anything about it or by contributing to it.  Many teachers just don’t have the patience or tolerance when dealing with special needs kids. I have actually heard teachers say, “I don’t do special ed.”  They think they know better than we do on how to motivate and teach our children and in some cases, they refuse to listen to us … to the detriment of our kids.

The Clueless have no idea what our world is like and to be honest, most don’t really want to know.  They just smile at us with an appeasing smile and then, as they walk away from us, they thank God that it is us and not them.   Little do they know that we are the thankful ones and they, they are the ones that God needs to work on.

Mommy Strong

ImageWe have all seen the commercials, those incredible military men and women jumping out of planes, running in the sweltering heat and the voice over telling us that these fine folks do more before 9 am than most of us do in a day.   God Bless Them!  But today, let’s just say that they may do more, but I have had to deal with more and it was barely 11 am when I finally sat down to share this train wreck with you all.

We live in snow country, it is particularly cold these days, if it weren’t for State exams this week, we certainly would have had some snow days.  The school district has an automated system that calls you with a recorded message if there is a delay or cancellation.  Well, today it was a wonderful -5 F at 5:30 am and the call came in stating that there was an hour delay.  Now Bella is in middle school and Mia is in her last year of elementary so they go to school with an hour difference in the morning.  Also, I should add that I refuse to let my daughters ride the bus so we have always found a way to organize our work schedules so one of us can drive them. (That will be a blog post of its very own!)

So, the call comes in The Hub is still home so I thought, since he works so much, let him give the girls the good news before he heads out to work. What the HELL was I thinking?  There are some men who are great with knowing how to tell kids certain things, they find the perfect words or gesture to make everything better.  Not my husband, I have to clean up his messes about as often as I do the kids.

He told both of them, as he kissed them goodbye before leaving, still all warm and toasty in their beds, that they didn’t have to go in to school until 10 am.  So, Mia interpreted that as an hour delay for her, but for Bella, it translated as a 2-hour delay.  Now, it is worth noting here that the girls are like night and day; Bella is loud, opinionated, stubborn — Ok, ok, she is me! And Mia is quiet, gentle, easy-going and constantly aims to please all of the adults in her life.  Yes, I assure you they both have the same father and came from the same womb.  This is just part of the God laughing thing I mentioned in the About section of this blog.

So, I am thrilled to have an extra hour in bed, nice and warm.  I get up at 8:10 and was not surprised to find Mia already dressed, hair brushed and finishing up her homework and Bella was still in bed with her laptop reading some stupid fan story about the most annoying boy band in the word, One Direction.  That right there should tell you volumes about the girls.  I tell Bella she needs to get dress, etc. she has to be to school by 9. Sweet Baby Jesus!  She started wailing and flaying around on her bed, I thought I was in Jerusalem at the Wailing Wall.  Her arms were flopping all over the place and she yelled into her pillow, “Dad said I didn’t have to go in until 10 and that is when I’m going!”

“Good Morning, World.”  I said to myself.  I reminded her how she gets to school and that she had about a half hour to get ready and that she better get moving.  After a few more screams I just ignored her and headed into the bathroom.  A few moments later she is at the bathroom door telling me that I need to hurry up because she has to go and she wasn’t going to be late to school because of me.  Yeah, let me speed up that pee for ya, Princess so you can hop right on here because, yeah, my being on the toilet is going to be the things that slows you down in the morning.

I throw on some clothes and go out into the dining room to find Mia having her breakfast and finishing her homework.  She greets me with a kiss and tells me she loves me as I help her with a few things for her assignment.  (Are you starting to see the night and day thing?)

So, Bella, now in the kitchen getting a quick drink announces that the only way she is going to school is if I take her to Tim Horton’s for hot chocolate on the way.  I resign to do so and at about 8:40 we are out the door.   We get in the car, Bella now a bit calmer, and I put the key in the ignition and it won’t turn. I mess with the steering wheel thinking that it was just locked and I needed to jimmy it around a little bit and then I realize – the freaking ignition lock is frozen – that is why the key won’t turn. Bella is now meticulously watching this all transpire as an evil grin beings to curl across her face.  She is thinking that if the car won’t start she doesn’t have to go to school.  I quickly told her not to get too excited, that I was sure there was a way to fix it.  I was actually fudging that one because I really was not in the mood for them both staying home with me today because I just had way too much to do, I didn’t want to listen to them fighting over the DVR and, in all honesty, I just wanted the peace and quiet.  I had no clue how to fix the ignition and after the great job The Hub did with sharing the ONE hour delay with the girls, I wasn’t about to have him sneak out of work and come help his damsel in distress.  There was only one answer, Google.

We trekked back into the house, Bella still with visions of hanging out on the couch all day, as I sat at the computer and started Googling “frozen ignition.”  After about 5 minutes, I had my answers and told Bella to come out with me, once I had it fixed we were leaving. “Let me enjoy the moment, Mom,” she said.  I think what she really meant was, “You go out and freeze your ass off, I’m staying in here where it’s warm.”  I told her that if I got it started, I would honk and she needed to get out there because we were going to be late.

I am sure she was heartbroken about three minutes later, after I gave the ignition a nice bath in WD-40, when the key turned over and the car started.  HONK HONK!!!  She came bounding down the stairs a bit happier than I expected and opened the passenger side door and just stood there. Now remember, it is about -3 F at this point.  I tell her to get it, it’s cold. Nope, I had to promise we were still going to Tim Horton’s before she would get in.  She gets in and we have a nice chat on the way to Tim’s. You see food is Bella’s best friend.

At the order kiosk I tell the clerk that I just needed two hot chocolates and then Bella leans over and yells, ” AND TWO PLAIN DONUTS!!”   I just looked at her as she settled back in her seat with a grin.  “I’m hungry – you rushed me out of the house, I didn’t have any breakfast!”  My head was ready to explode at that point, and then she leans over all lovey-dovey, “You love me, Momma, you know you do!” with a shit-eating grin on her face!  This child better become a lawyer or something because she knows how to push buttons to get what she wants!

Now we are happily on our way to her school, she was chowing down on the donuts and the hot chocolate – her belly full – life is good now.  I go in, get her signed in, about 10 minutes late, and she is off to class.  You would think that was the end of the lunacy, no, no not at all.

I went back home to get Mia, who was ready and waiting for me and we were ahead of schedule so we went to Tim Horton’s again and got her some hot chocolate and an extra for her teacher.  I dropped her off at school, she told me she loved me and that she would miss me while she was at school and then with a smile headed up the entrance to school.

My whirlwind morning seemed to be settling down as I drove back home and went through a mental list of all of the things I needed to get done today.  As I entered our subdivision I saw the garbage truck just turning off our street.  Mother Mary – I forgot it was trash day!  Thankfully the garbage men have an interesting way to maneuver through our subdivision, with our street apparently being the middle, they collect on our side of the street and then about an hour later cover the houses across the street.  So, as I have often done on Thursdays when I forget about trash day, I came home, got everything ready and lugged it across the street into the neighbor’s driveway so it could get picked up.

Now, most women would probably think, “Forget it – it can wait until next week.”  Noooo, not in this house because, you see, in the afternoon when The Hub comes home he would announce with a grin, before he even made it up the stairs,  that I forgot about the trash … again.  This is where my stubbornness comes into play – You see, I am not going to give the punk the satisfaction.  I have one of those husbands who is lightning quick at pointing out other people’s errors but don’t you dare point your finger in HIS direction.   That is where men are still like children, with that tunnel vision of theirs – They can point out every mistake anyone ever born has made but don’t you *dare* mess with the man!

You would think that was an eventful enough morning for me – nah!  God had a few more pieces of fun for me.  As I am trudging back across the street from leaving the trash, anxious to get in the house and warm up – I walk past the mailbox.  Well, actually not the mailbox, but where the mailbox used to be.  One of my long-term clients always laughs when I share the little treasures of living in snow country.  This one was her favorite.  I had some papers that I needed to mail to her and they got delayed a few days because last week when the snowplow came down the street it pushed the snow so hard against the mailbox that it was leaning over at about a 60 degree angle. The ground is way too cold to replant the dang thing so now we have to have our mail held at the post office until further notice because the box is down and until the spring thaw, that is probably how it is going to be.

Knowing that I needed to get the papers to my client and that I hadn’t picked up the mail yet, I forewent the warmth of my home and the cup of something warm I was going to make myself and I drove to the Post Office and got the mail – just a few bills, thank God.  Now I am sitting here at my computer, a warm cup of calm next to me … and it isn’t even noon yet.

Mom Strong Indeed!

…and what happens next? As I am proofing this post I get a call from Bella at school, “Mom, I left all of my art stuff on the table, I will love you forever if you bring it over as soon as you can!”

The Mom in Oz

Greetings from Oz

ImageHello!  Thanks for stopping by.  I have my friend Mark to thank for this blog.  For the past few months he has been sharing some blog from moms all around the world that he has been reading the past six months or so while he has been happily unemployed.  He would share the really funny ones with me and I almost always had a story similar to said mom that he would have to listen to. Well, Monday Mark starts a new job and after this, he will have another blog to read, this one.

While I do not claim to have the most challenging life out there, I know other moms of kids with special needs who have it a lot rougher than I do.  But I have the added bonus of being a stubborn, opinionated and often times short-fused mom who simply cannot sit there with a smile on her face when she knows that someone is trying to serve her a crap sandwich.  I am sharp-tongued  and will defend my family to my last breath with no apologies.  Why?  Because I am convinced that God gave me these two angels for a reason and I will not let Him down or let anyone stand in their way.

It seems like almost on a daily basis someone pisses me off and you will hear about it all here.  I will try to keep my language at a PG-13 level but if I come across a real asshat – all bets are off! You might as well be warned, there are a lot of asshats in this world and I seem to find them …or maybe they find me!  Who knows?

Today’s royal pain-in-the-ass is a real gem.  I live in a small working-class community with mostly hardworking people with young families.  But there is always a select few who think their fecal matter doesn’t smell and that somehow gives them license to look down their nose to people.  Well, I am the last person you want to look down your nose at.  Ms. Royal Pain holds a position in the local community and thinks she’s Michelle Obama.  She and I had “words” a few months back and exchanged some heated emails.  Tonight she and I happened to be at the same public meeting and inexplicably in the middle of this meeting with some 200+ people in attendance, she just had to stand up from her seat and talk with the woman standing next to me.  (I didn’t sit because I knew I couldn’t stay for the entire meeting because I had to pick up Mia).  When Ms. Royal Pain walked passed me to get to the woman next to me she smashed into my hand as she was swinging her arms.  Did she say, “Oh, I’m sorry!” – Nope.  Did she say, “Opps, forgive me.” – Nope.  The gnarly witch didn’t say a thing; no eye contact, nothing.  I stood there for about two more minutes fuming and literally felt the urge to wrap my hands around her pathetic throat and just squeeze until her eyeballs popped out.  I actually envisioned doing it!

I walked out of the meeting and immediately called my friend Noelle, also a special needs mom and knew the back story between myself and this woman.  As soon as I told her the story, expletives were flying out of both of our mouths  and a plan began to develop.

Stay tuned …