when I got a call from School District lady, who chastised me for having my phone busy for three days.
Then we discovered she had been calling the wrong number.
However, she was there to tell me that my meeting with her was not Tuesday, the 16th, because, as I had noticed, Tuesday was the seventeenth, but was actually Monday the sixteenth.
"I already have an appt with the school you are sending me to look at at that time, so I will just figure they are ok."
"No, no, go to the school I will change your meeting to 12 o'clock."
So then there were several calls to DH, who had to rearrange his schedule, and calls to my parents, to rearrange their schedules, and calls to my doctor - first, I had thought I had to cancel Tuesday's appt,, then I realized since the other appt. was not on Tuesday I did not have to. I left messages both times.
At 8:30 this morning when I stumped downstairs to discuss with Braveheart's new nursing agency (His old one went out of business) why I could not be at my house at ten o'clock to deal with their nurse, I was running on some but not an amazing amount of actual sleep, and I was arguing with dh about the House Elf. I had forgotten I had not told him tha twe were not bringing him along as originally planned because we had to go from one meeting to another, so that the baby certainly could get dressed and see his speech therapist, who arrived a few moments after the nurse, who was sent over in a tearing hurry to get our signatures before we left while Grandma actually told them everything they needed to know.
So, to recap, it is about 8:45, I have my mother, my father, my two sons, my husband, and two strangers in my house. Was I still in the clothing I slept in? I can't recall.
Turns out the nurse really can't understand anything on the doctor's orders, which don't make a lot of sense no matter what I threaten the doctor with, and I had to explain that and cram some food in my mouth while DH moved the cars and then I ran out to the car and we went to the school.
The person I had to see was not there, but they copied our paperwork and showed us the classroom, which we thought was ok if not our first choice (we are wait listed for first choice...) and I had no problem with one of the kids being in a wheelchair, why should I, my other son is.
From there we go over to the place where we are meeting, I have a cup of tea, and we go into the meeting only to discover that the school has called over and we cannot have that spot because all the kids in the class either can't walk or are learning to walk and my energetic toddler might be a danger to them. So why don' we go look at this school with a program for behavioral issues.
Screeching halt. And I will spare you the details, but let me point out that in five minutes they had recanted and I was being told about another place, where I must go Tuesday, they have one spot left, and etc, etc, she can't see me today, etc. I must call in the morning.
By time I got out of there I needed a strong belt of firewhiskey, but did not get.
Went home, gave Dad his 14.99 person thing they sell on TV to help you hear when you do not have 7,000 for hearing aids, which actually works, go figure, parents left.
Played a little bit with child.
Made dinner, which actually included something green for most of us and a root vegetable for the other, ran out to shop for food. Come back at 10:45 at night, the baby is still up, DH can't help me because he moving things off Braveheart's bed as the nurse is about to arrive, and my mother calls again. And the Doctor had called - my dad and I have the same doc and we decided to switch appointments this week, this was ok with the doctor And the speech therapist called earlier in the day to cancel. And my mother must hav ecalled four times, two of them for the same piece of information which took me 15 minutes to find because everyone thinks I am the village idiot and moves my stuff to wherever they care to, why not, it is not as if I am a parent here. My husband chastises me for putting tuna fish cans in the sink. (No, that was before I left to go shopping) The nurse comes in and immediately needs a towel for tim and several shopping bags - still do not know why the shopping bags. It is 12:04 and it is no wonder I eat it is just a wonder I don't start drinking heavily.
Tomorrow I have to call this other school and see if I can go there adn get my mom to come down if I can and try to find clothign that fits (I gained 26 pounds) and and and...
I do not live in a home, folks. I run a facilityl