Stormy weather interfered with my plans to take everyone to a park today. Maybe we can do something fun tonight. What we really need to do is buy groceries. School starts in less than two weeks. I’m looking forward to Sarah and Noah’s new teachers and adventures but dreading Tommy’s so much I feel physically sick. This is his first year of high school but instead of exciting and promising it is depressing and frightening. Tommy will spend all his time trapped in a class with the other students they don’t know how to help. All of his classes will be on the computer. IF he shows the school he can sit for the hour and a half length of a class they MIGHT let him start attending a class or two. But that is unlikely since they already said that all the classes are now full and it doesn’t matter anyway because an hour and a half is just too long for Tommy to sit quietly. I hate what they are doing to him. He’ll never learn to get along unless he is around other children but they won’t let him around other children until he knows how to get along with others so he is trapped in a place where he’ll never get better. If we had money I would sue the school for this. If we had money I’d pay for a private school with 50 minute long classes. Instead we are stuck watching him run out of chances to be a successful part of society. It is all so unfair. Bratty, snotty children get a good education, parties and fun. Tommy tries his best and is a very sweet and loving boy most of the time and he gets no friends, no birthday parties, no education and no welcome in any extra activities or groups. The church even told him to leave. There is no justice or compassion left for anyone who is different.

Umm, I guess India has gotten past the stigma of condoms.

One happy camper is back home and that makes everyone at home happy campers.

“Nothing you do for children is ever wasted. They seem not to notice us, hovering, averting our eyes, and they seldom offer thanks, but what we do for them is never wasted.” Garrison Keillor

I have made a note on September 19th in my overstuffed Franklin planner. If you mark it in your calendar you won’t be confused when you read my blog entry that day.

Bathe, wash hair, get dressed, take dog to vet, bring dog home, get toddler down for nap, work on laundry, unload dishwasher, reload dishwasher, straighten upstairs, load up children, drop noah at grandmother’s work, pick up sarah at camp, drive back home, more laundry and whatever else comes up during the day.

I am a human barometer. When the rain is near my head hurts. The slower the rain builds the worse my head gets. After the rain my head slowly gets better. We need a room in our house where we can control the air pressure and humidity.

Half-naked Thursday 

While lying on the couch wondering if my brain was about to leak out of my ears Noah quietly spoke to me. In a voice just above a whisper he said “Mom, from now on I’d like a babysitter whenever you have errands. Let’s start today. I’m at babysitter dot com and it looks pretty good.” In that moment I forgot my pain and probably forgot to breathe as I flew to the computer without my feet ever touching the ground. Luckily, the site appeared innocent and I used the momentum to talk myself into taking a bath.

Mir is making polygamy sound pretty good today.