ShakespeareMamaX
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This is the day
That the Lord has made
We shall rejoice
And be glad in it
That's the one song I actually remember from bible school and it's ringing in my brain at the moment.
I woke up.
I went to my difficult child's school to drop off a pill bottle.
I went to work.
I called the school to ask a fundraiser question.
I'm told the principal needs to speak with me.
I talk to him and my son.
I cry.
I decide to call the school back and tell them I'm getting my child.
I go to the school.
The secretary calls his class.
difficult child answers.
difficult child is alone in the class.
Secretary and I walk to class and find out someone let him go to the nurse to get his 3:00 pill (at 11:00), unescorted.
Nurse tells difficult child it's not time and to "go back to class".
difficult child went to his class, I guess (good listening), and stayed there for God knows how long.
difficult child gets "yelled" at by everyone that sees him (secretary, psychologist) and there was talk of how he needs to be "reprimanded".
I took my difficult child and left.
We drove to the children's hospital ER.
I gave them the skinny.
The doctor was appalled at all the neglect on everybody's (psychologist, psychiatrist, school, pediatrician) part, not taking notice to any of my son's sensory issues and whatnot.
Hospital decided inpatient was the best.
difficult child is happy.
Mom is happy and sad.
Mom is more happy.
Because...
This is the day
That the Lord has made
We shall rejoice
And be glad in it
That the Lord has made
We shall rejoice
And be glad in it
That's the one song I actually remember from bible school and it's ringing in my brain at the moment.
I woke up.
I went to my difficult child's school to drop off a pill bottle.
I went to work.
I called the school to ask a fundraiser question.
I'm told the principal needs to speak with me.
I talk to him and my son.
I cry.
I decide to call the school back and tell them I'm getting my child.
I go to the school.
The secretary calls his class.
difficult child answers.
difficult child is alone in the class.
Secretary and I walk to class and find out someone let him go to the nurse to get his 3:00 pill (at 11:00), unescorted.
Nurse tells difficult child it's not time and to "go back to class".
difficult child went to his class, I guess (good listening), and stayed there for God knows how long.
difficult child gets "yelled" at by everyone that sees him (secretary, psychologist) and there was talk of how he needs to be "reprimanded".
I took my difficult child and left.
We drove to the children's hospital ER.
I gave them the skinny.
The doctor was appalled at all the neglect on everybody's (psychologist, psychiatrist, school, pediatrician) part, not taking notice to any of my son's sensory issues and whatnot.
Hospital decided inpatient was the best.
difficult child is happy.
Mom is happy and sad.
Mom is more happy.
Because...
This is the day
That the Lord has made
We shall rejoice
And be glad in it