I just thought I'd spill a lot of random stuff here, to make more room for the mental mashed potatoes and gravy.
Speaking of short, I am ONE follower short of 200! I am surprised, amazed and befuddled that I've amassed 199 followers. It's humbling and I feel honored that you stop by here to read the goings on at the Cleaver compound.
Thanks! Come again! Wondering if my shameful plug will put me over the 200 mark!
The Mister and I toured a private school on Friday. Small classes, major focus is on improving behavior and teaching the kids how to get along with people.
The Boy has attended two different schools like this before - I expected to have that same sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach when I visited this one.
But it was a pleasant surprise. The students were quiet and orderly. The classroooms were neat and filled with age-appropriate materials. There are only 20 boys in the entire building.
The Boy will be attending for a half-day after we return from AZ. They want to see if he'll fit in with the group.
It will be decided at next week's IEP meeting if this school is an appropriate placement. The school district will be responsible for the hefty tuition as well as transportation to and from the school. It will mean about a 45 minute bus ride each way (if traffic cooperates).
I've not been posting about The Boy's recent difficulties at school. He was suspended for a few days. Upon his return to class, he has done very well - mainly because he refuses to speak.
The teacher said "he had a great week, and was pretty quiet". Apparently, there isn't a lot of interaction going on in class, the teacher didn't even realize that The Boy is practicing selective mutism from 7:30 am to 2:45 pm Monday thru Friday.
The Boy is ready to try the new school, he is miserable in his current school setting. And I get the distinct feeling that the administration at the district would like to bid him a hasty adieu also.
This is not the high school experience I had hoped The Boy would have. Parting, for me, will be sweet sorrow.
I hope they enjoy paying the tuition. I would have rather that they followed the IEP and gotten their act together. A girl can dream.
I attended my own inauguration this weekend. I became the first High and Supreme Ruler of Bitchlandia. My loyal subjects did not assassinate me during my weekend reign, though I'm sure they felt like it.
I found absolutely nothing to my liking. Life sucked. I said bad words. I yelled. I complained incessantly. There was just no satisfying me.
I'm going to attribute my lousy attitude to the full moon. Maybe I'll look at the last post where I had a bitchfest and see if it was also during the same lunar phase.
Here is the official crest of Bitchlandia:
Don't even think about tellin' me you don't like it.
I've abdicated the throne...for now. I have yet to apologize to my subjects for my bad behavior. Major sucking up on my part may be required.
We saw Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 1. It had been quite a while since I had read the book; I felt kind of lost keeping the story and characters straight in my head. The Mister and The Boy seemed to enjoy it more (and I'm sure they enjoyed 2.5 hours where I didn't bitch...except about the guys in front of us who reeked of alcohol).
Stepdaughter Janella and husband Matt are hosting Thanksgiving at their house. It will be weird not cooking a big meal for everyone. We guests are each bringing a dish to share. The guest list numbers twenty or so. I'm a bit concerned about The Boy in a large group (some of the guests are friends of Matt, and strangers to The Boy).
I may drive there by myself in case he needs to get a break from all the festivities.
The Mister will be driving the van and picking up Grandpa Gus, Des, Nate and Eli. I wrote about Grandpa Gus here.
I've put a lot of thought into what I'm wearing at dinner. I'm thinking Grandpa Gus might need a reminder.
Do you think this is festive enough?
Make your own Name Tag