I love that expression. Not real sure why, it's just fun hehe. But it sorta describes the last couple weeks. Let's see, for one, my paycheck next week is going to be awful. Last Monday was MLK day, and Elmcrest SPICE was closed (the special ed program). Last Wednesday I was sick and missed both Elmcrest and Casey's. I'm having to cancel Casey's on Wednesdays now, because when I got my class schedule I inverted the W to an M, and found out the hard way Monday night that class is Wednesdays. Yesterday I got sent home three hours early from Casey's cuz half the kids canceled. And now, today is a snowday!! Gah!
Also, we have a huge situation with my boy at Elmcrest right now. When he got back from Florida, we discovered his left hearing aid isn't working. So that's been home, but we'd been using his right aid along with the FM system. Apparently one of my co-workers doesn't really know how things work when he leaves--we take out his aid, leaving it connected to the loopy-attacher thing that hooks to his shirt, take off the FM boot and put it on the counter, and put his aid in the case, in the backpack. Last Wednesday, when I was sick, she got him ready for the bus. She took the aid off the loop, leaving the loop on his sweater, and put the aid, with the boot, in the case and in his backpack. All of my other co-workers saw her put it in the case and in the bag. Well, his babysitter called mom that day and said the aid was nowhere to be found. So we've all been frantically looking for it, but it's vanished. We all think the sitter lost it and is covering her ass. But the worst is that his mom seems to believe her! I feel bad though; his hearing aids cost $3,000, and to replace the FM system is at least another $1,000. If we get the blame, Elmcrest will have to pay.
My poor little guy was so sick yesterday. Wednesday he had a leaky eye, but it was sinus-related. Yesterday he was so unlike himself. Dona said he cried through half of therapy, and when I picked him up he just kinda lay there. Usually he's all smiles and laughs. We took his temperature, and apparently we're supposed to raise it a degree to make it more like a rectal reading. So that was 103. I took him to change him, and he was shivering, so we wrapped him all up and called his parents...at this point it was about 9. After a little while he livened up, but was still really hot; his temperature had gone up to 104, and his dad got there at 10 to take him home. Poor boy.
Anyway, nothing's really new besides work and class. One of my good friends has moved to NC for a new job, and my sister's trying to talk me into rooming with her in her apartment.
