Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Help Find the Mitt
The current school system that we are in does not recognize my daughter's ASD, Mood Disorder or ADHD. In fact, despite the three professional medical diagnoses that we have submitted to them from Chicago, Indianapolis and locally, the schools psychologist suggests that I the parent get some parenting classes or counseling.
This was the schools suggestion from last fall when my daughter started Kindergarten here. Although we brought a solid IEP from Chicago, they still look the other way and I feel like an over neurotic mother who, as I have been told via an email from my daughter's Kindergarten teacher, "troubled my daughter into having so much stress from taking her to doctor after doctor for unnecessary testing."
Now, the first grade teacher sent a Build-a-bear home with my daughter on Friday. It was dressed in a baseball outfit. Cute. We were supposed to take the bear with us all weekend, take a photo of the bear doing stuff with us and my daughter was to journal the activities. All of that in one weekend. Monday morning, I get a call from the teacher saying that the bear was missing the ball and little mitt. I search the house high and low. Luckily, I did find the ball. The mitt however is missing. I ask my daughter about it and it is like she is deaf. I asked her about it several times and each time she looks just as confused. The mitt is no where in our house. I don't recall even seeing the mitt and neither does my daughter. But, the teacher insists on the mitt being returned.
So, Supermom says, "I will order a new one." The teacher responds as if to tell me, "Of course you will..."
I can't figure out if I am angrier at my daughter for losing the stupid mitt, the teacher for not having enough grace to let the issue rest or my financial circumstances being so tight that a mitt will mean that I don't buy cereal for the week. Then, I visit the Build-a-bear website and find that the mitt is OUT OF STOCK.
What do I do now?
Meanwhile, I have samples of Lexapro in my purse that my doctor gave me this morning. I can't decide if I should start on medication again. I don't think that my depression is that bad. Although I am blogging about a stupid mitt. I can't solve my own problems right now. I can't even get myself organized enough to make myself lunch. Guess perhaps I do need the Rx after all. But what can I do about the STUPID STUPID MITT???