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So When Are You Going Back to Work and Other Rude Things Said to Me

I’m so freakin’ happy!!! Wait happy? Yes, happy and most definitely relieved. I posted some time last week that I’ve been without access to work as a medical transcriptionist for quite a bit of time. Well, it’s goin’ on week 2 now and mama here needed a new gig. I also wasn’t in love with being an independent contractor. I was getting a lower rate of pay and I’ll have to pay my own taxes for the little bit of time that I had that status. No thank you… I was just re-hired by the company I left in early April. I did IC work for a company that subcontracted with the company I just left which I didn’t realize until I had started with them. It completely pissed me off because I could’ve just stayed were I was, had my taxes handled and had use of a company computer. Lesson learned. I start with them again in 2 weeks, so I’ll be treating these next 2 weeks like a vacation. I work part time because with a house to take care of and a special needs child that needs well special tending to, I have no time, or desire, to work full time. I know, how un-modern woman of me… to not want to have a career and have it all. Well, that depends on how you look at things. To me I do have it all. I have an amazing husband who works very hard so I don’t have to. Yeah, I said it. I work hard taking care of our home and children, I don’t want to have to work hard…

I Was a Shitty Mom This Past Year

Oh shit! I cursed in the title. Oh shit! I just did it again! I’m sorry for dropping the doodie bomb right out of the gate on this one, but sometimes ya just gotta say the bad word. I don’t think declaring I was a real poo poo mom this past year would’ve had the same impact; so we’re sticking with shitty. In fact, I just might actually qualify for the shittiest mom award for some of my behavior this past year. You might be wondering just what the hell happened this past year that I feel the need to declare myself a shitty mom. Well, lemme tell you… It started last September/October when little dude’s new teacher thought he might do better in a more academically challenged environment.  That meant changing his classroom, teacher and peers. I stupidly agreed to this. That was shitty. It was shitty because I was so excite about him moving into a more academically challenging environment that I didn’t even stop to think what the sudden change to his overall environment might actually do to him (spoiler alert: it wasn’t a good move).  And so they changed his class, just like that and I immediately regretted it. There was a… how can I put this nicely? Okay, there was a behaviorally challenged student in this new class and little due started picking up some really bad behaviors. Like violent behaviors. This behaviorally challenged student would do things like oh pick a desk up and throw it across the room. Guess what my little dude tried to do a few times? This behaviorally challenged student was also a hitter and now what do you think happened? Yep, little…

What My Days Look Like Now

I survived! We survived! The first day of little dude’s extended school year (ESY) session was a success. VERY different than what I’ve become accustomed to for the past 7 years, but it didn’t break me, and it didn’t break him – and honestly I was a bit more concerned about him. I haven’t met his new teacher, but I already love her. She was his ESY teacher a few years back and I was hoping she was going to be his new teacher that school year and I almost broke down and cried when she said her regular teaching gig was at the middle school. But good things come to those who wait, am I right? She’s his teacher for the summer and he’ll be in her class this fall and just by filling out the paper work she sent home, I’m already impressed. I’m also impressed that she got him to hand write a journal entry about his first day at ESY. He toured the school building and met so many new peeps. He had his snack, did some work, and wrote in his journal. He even declared in his journal entry that he needed help with nothing today. YAY!!! He handled things amazingly well. Me on the other hand… I wish it was Friday night so I cold drink some wine and just pass out. But nope. Can’t do that. I need to get up and do this all again tomorrow. At least the anxiety part of this all has subsided, just like I thought it would. But all the other stuff…. ugh!!! My Day in Bullet List Form: 5:00 a.m. – Alarm…

How Not To Use An Emoji Pillow

This post may contain affiliate links. Please read my disclosure policy for more details. Last summer I did a somewhat ridiculous thing. Now initially I didn’t think it was ridiculous. I actually thought it was a damn good idea. I saw one of my Facebook friends have success with this idea, so I decided to give it a go. So, what was this idea? What was this thing that I now decree ridiculous? I attempted to use an emoji pillow as a form of discipline. No, wait… that’s not the best part. It was a Poop Emoji Pillow . Go ahead… laugh. The idea was simple. It would be used in the car only, because that’s where my squad has most of their squabbles. Squaddles.  Anyway, the idea was when they started up one of their squaddles I would pinpoint who actually started it and make them hold onto the pillow, snap a photo of them with the pillow and send it to their dad. To show him who had really sh*tty behavior that day.  The friend who I got the idea from would post the photos of her kids online, but that wouldn’t have worked, especially with my little dude. He’s too much of a ham and would LOVE the attention too much. BUT, sending the photo to his dad, especially when dad was out of town on a business trip, well that was different. Simple idea, right? Well, it bombed. Like big ‘ole doody bombed. I put the pillow in the car the day after I bought it because when my husband goes out of town we usually take a long leisurely drive up to our old stomping grounds, the malls of Paramus, and I…

I Know I Need To Chill (He’s Got This)

My little guy is now a middle schooler. Well, almost. I guess that’ll be official in about 2 weeks when his extended school year session begins. He’ll be over at the middle school for it. Yes, my stomach still hurts when I think about it, but I’m working on fixing that. Actually, I’m really doing my best to get a grip on some of the thoughts that race through my brain every day. It was brought to my attention the other night, during my little’s moving up ceremony, that I need to chill out. And maybe even relax. These words were uttered by both my husband and my daughter. In fact my daughter emphasized my urgent need to chill because apparently when I have one of my panic episodes it gets her all nervous and what not too. Well, excuse me for being a slightly neurotic overprotective special needs mom…! I should really be pissed off at both of them. I did tell them both to “f*ck off!” when they each suggested this. I should be the type of pissed off that makes them both question and double check the food I serve them for the next days, but I’m not because they’re… they’re… (it’s hard for me to admit this, yo)… they’re both right. Okay, you might be asking just what the heck happened at this moving up ceremony that necessitated both my husband and daughter telling me of my immense need to chill out. Well, lots. The first thing was dropping him off, which I did with my daughter. I met up with one of the aids and she led him…