Elayna has been in whine fest mode all week. She is homeschooled now. I just realized I didnt blog about that! Short version, her teacher decided teaching just wasnt for her and was not coming back after Thanksgiving. Which since we had finally all got on the same page and Elayna knew it this made me so upset. So a letter came home with the new teachers name on it. I pluged it into Facebook, assuming that it will all be private but hoping she had a profile pic so I could t least show Elayna what she looked like to help with the change. Boy was I in for a surprise!! It was not private at all, and awful. Post's about how she hated teaching, and on and on about all kids of things I didnt want to know about. So I let the Principal know that she may what to make that all private. I didnt want to see her talking about how awful my kids class was one day. So he talked to her. How do I know. I went on to show my husband and there she was calling me a nosy B%tch and her and her friends going on and on about how to assault me. I printed it out, and handed it to the Principal along with a withdrawal form. Well he called to tell me they were no longer hiring her, which I appreciate but Dh and I think it is best she is home schooled right now anyways. I am not about to have to start over with a new teacher this year.
Onto Bryleigh. This week has brought multiple fake illness. No idea why, but it is really irritating LOL.
So yesterday I went shopping alone. On my way home I drove past our 1st house. A 1200 sf 4 bedroom, in a run down neighborhood. I cried all the way home. I brought Emily and Corey home from the hospital to that house. I planned for Paige's birth in that house.... Life was wonderful in that house. I had never heard of PICA or Reactive attachment disorder, or dealt with a raging 7 year old for 8 hours, or had my home destroyed, my marriage rocked, and my sanity shot. I cried for what once was......
Please understand I love ALL my children. But sometimes it just feels like I am drowning and have no idea how to find a life preserver. But I will get over it like I always do, move forward and find joy in my journey.....
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3 comments:
oh, my dear! I completely understand being sad for what once was. Thankful for what is, but missing what once was. Personally, I am sick of pee :P
What a story!! I can't believe that. How unprofessional of the teacher.
Glad you know the game now ... goodness.
Take care of your self.
I know exactly how you feel. Some days are rough. and I do not even have as much to deal with as you do with kids :) and that teacher sounds like an immature nut job! good grief!
Sigh...
BTDT, and still doing it right along with you.
Sending hugs and loves from afar.
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