Angry

The thing that made me angry today: Mrs. C. 

I have a student currently and I have been working with her for 6 weeks.  She is fresh.  She has only been applying her book knowledge for a total of maybe 3 weeks.  So I have to take everything with a grain of salt.  I have to look and assess her differently from some one who has been working in this field for years as an aid or assistant or anything else.  With that being said my student is doing amazing.  I am floored at the progress she is making.  Today I was even talking to her and as I was making suggestions she was 2 steps ahead of me.  It was amazing.  I'm rubbing off on her, I'm so happy.

However, today my student's supervisor came to observe her.  The end result of this was meeting was tears.  The last time this supervisor was in charge of one of my students the result was the same.  I mean really lady?  What gives you the right to make these girls cry.  You barley know these girls.  You don't know how many hours they spend prepping, researching, writing, planning.  You don't know how much they talk with me, ask me what my opinion is, what I would do.  If anyone on this planet has the right to make these girls cry it is ME.  If anyone needs to tell these girls they aren't working hard enough, or doing enough it is ME!  LEAVE THEM ALONE!

Plus at this stage in the game, the majority of the sessions have bits of me.  My idea, my games, my models, my help, my brain.  So when this lady comes in and criticizes therapy she is criticizing ME.  I have been a therapist for over 6 years now.  Every year I grow more, I learn more and I re-assess and change.  This past year I have learned WAY more than I have in probably the past 2 years combined.  So lady, you coming in 2 years in a row and making these girls cry and tell them that they are not good therapist you are telling me that.  And you know what?  I have spent way to long listening to people tell me that I am not good enough, that I am not "smart" enough to succeed at what I want to do.  It's people like you that make me hate school, that made me call my parents weekly, made me think I should leave school because I just couldn't do it.  People like you should not be teachers.  You are dream crushers.  I might not be the best report writer, or practical application person but gosh darn it I am a fantastic therapist.  My kids love me, my parents love me and I get results.  I connect with these kids and parents in a way some of your straight A students never could.  You want to know why?  Because these parents are coming to me telling me that they are being told there child won't be able to X Y or Z.  And I can honestly look in their eyes and tell them that's non-sense and their child will do what ever they set there mind to. Just look at me. 

So Mrs. C, Mrs. Foster and all you other teachers that told me I won't be able to do it.  :-P

I think I'm done now. *sigh*

The Doctors

Not the show, the Okel family.  So remember Thursday when I said I had a doctor appointment on Friday?  Yeah apparently it was the week before.  Missed that one.  However, I was able to get in today and I have a whole lot of blood work in my future.  That's the problem with getting a new doctor.  You have to get a bunch of blood work to see if you are "normal" and have a base line in case you do change somewhere down the line.  We also think my eyes are weird and I have to go to an eye doctor and see why I keep getting headaches if I drink over 4 glasses of water in a day.

As for BJ, on October 21st he will be having surgery done on his shoulder.  With that being said he will be out of commission for several weeks with me helping him do...EVERYTHING.  Just think how awesome our marriage will be.  Let's view it as bonding

What we do to our child

Elijah currently has a very large scrape on his chin.  The way he got it... BJ threw him off the swing set while yelling "I'm the king of the mountain!"  Okay maybe not.  It was more of a slow dismount from a porch swing that ended up with Elijah face down in a pile of wood chips.  Poor kid.  Now if you ask him what happened he tells you, "Daddy did it."

My turn...

Tomorrow I get to go to the doctor.  I recently have had to switch doctors because mine moved to Ohio.  I have been lazy and refused to get a new doctor.  I mean when I got sick last year that was not really the time I wanted to try and find a new doctor.  I finally need a new doctor so I have to go meet and interview a new Doctor.  BLAH. But now that I have Elijah and if I get sick from something he decides to share with me, I need someone to make me healthy quickly.  So wish me luck.

I'll fill you in more on BJ's visit to his doctor after we come to a final decision.

Modern Family

IT'S BACK!!!!  I love this show.  It makes me laugh every time.  Tonight lived up to it's expectation.  I can't tell you what exactly I liked because I liked it all.

Tomorrow is BJ's meeting with the Orthopedic surgeon.  So we will see what they say.  Cross your fingers, let's hope for a recovery that includes softball playing in the spring. 

SLAP!!!

Guess what BJ has... a SLAP tear.  If you know what that is good for you, for the rest of the real world it is a tear in BJ's shoulder.  Sometime during the summer while BJ was playing softball he tore a tendon in his right shoulder.  After polling some PT's it has been discovered that surgery is the best option.  After surgery comes the rough part.  BJ gets to be in a sling for a while (like 5 weeks).  Now BJ and I are sitting around and thinking about all the things he won't be able to do while in the sling.

• Picking up Elijah
• Putting on a shirt
• Buttoning pants
• Putting on socks
• Buckling Elijah in his car seat
• Cut food
• Showering
• Lift things
• But I love BJ and we will make the 5-6 weeks work.  I might be venting on here though when I can't handle the pain in the rear or the shoulder. 

I goch you mommy!

As the weather turns colder getting out of my nice warm bed gets harder and harder.  Actually, the weather is just a new excuse for me to not get out of bed in the morning.  I have the same trouble all year long.  But that's beside the point.  Today was another one of those days and I was running a tid bit behind.  BJ was not running as behind as I was and after getting dressed told me he was going down stairs to eat and leave.  He did then came back up as I was about to go get Elijah.  We both got our crabby kid up and today must have been sponsored by the word "NO."  Any question asked was answered with our favorite word.  "Elijah, do you want to wear this shirt today?" NOOOOOO.  "Do you want to wear these pants or these pants? Naaooooo. It was everything.  At that point BJ exited stage Left.  That was fine with me.  I had the patients for this today.  I finally convinced Elijah that since he did not want to wear socks today he needed to take off his footie pajamas.  It was a deal.  I have basically mastered the stand up diaper change so as long as I had the PJ's off I was good.  I just pulled down his PJ's but did not take them off his feet.  I needed leverage if he broke down later.  I took off his diaper and it was FULL.  The kid must have had a gallon of water to drink before he went to bed last night. 

As I took off his diaper I wrapped it up...and then it happened.  It took me a while to realize what "it" was but "it" was pee, and "it" was on me.  I freaked.  Ahh, pee.  What do I do to stop it?  I don't know, grab something, THE DIAPER.  As I put the diaper up to catch the pee I realize I had the water proof side catching the pee which means it was just spraying all over me.  I then yell at Elijah to "STOP"  I think I frightened him so he did.  Then I tried to gain my composure and figure out what to do next.  Thought to long more pee.  This time I decided to hold my hand out so it wouldn't spray on me.  Great idea.  Now I had a hand full of pee.  Now what genius?  I finally just pick him up and carry him to the bathroom.  He was done peeing by that time.  I wash my hand, call BJ who was only a couple of blocks away and he came back home.  I then had to change my pants and clean up pee while BJ got Elijah dressed.  From the bedroom I hear Elijah say, "I pee Mommy"  BJ laughs and Elijah follows it up with, "I goch you Mommy."

Well that was Croupy

Yes, as in Croup.  We had our first experience with the lovely virus.  On the up side, I learned a lot about what croup is.  If we could have any disease at least it is part of the one area of the body I am super comfortable with, the larynx. 

So it all started Sunday when Elijah woke up just a bit warm.  Not really a fever but not normal. We make it through the day with no other issues.  He goes to sleep that night and we think we are all good.  He then wakes up at 10:30 with his temp at about 99 degrees.  I give him some ibuprofen and go and watch the police drama in the hood.  At 11:30 we come in and fall asleep.  at 12:00 Eli wakes up screaming.  We bring him into our bed for the next 3 hours where he sleeps but I don't.  At 3 or 3:30 it doesn't really matter, I move him back to his room and put him to sleep.  He wakes up at 6:30 and is warm but not technically a fever I give him some more medicine and send him to daycare thinking he will be sent home during the day.  He makes it to the end of Monday but his fever rises again around 5:00.  We make it home and we are doing well.  We put Elijah down at 8:00 since he didn't sleep well the night before. 

He was up at 9, 10, 10:30, 11:30, 12, 1.  Not the normal snugly sick, but the I'm going to scream, if you touch me I scream louder, if you put me down I scream even louder.  All while he sounds like a duck/dog with his cough.  At 1 I decide that we will be heading to the hospital.  Even if they couldn't do anything for Elijah, I was hoping it would give BJ some time at home to sleep.  We walk in and Elijah goes into "I'm with other people mode" and is a doll.  As soon as we walk through the door they diagnosed him with Croup.  That was fast.  They give him some oral steroids and tell me somethings about croup that I don't comprehend because it's 2:00 and I'm sleepy.  During our wait I check on my brother who is on his European trip and realize he just woke up.  We get home around 3 and Elijah melts down again.  More screaming.  He finally falls asleep on the airbed that we had in his room that we thought would be used by company but wasn't. Thank you to them for having us blow it up.  It was much better than sleeping on the floor. 

By 10 we headed to his pediatrician and got some more medicine.  I think he will be fine, I just hope for sleep tonight. 

I'm Losing Momentum

Friction is taking effect.  The friction is being life.  I am starting to slow down in my will/want to blog.  I just feel like getting home from work and going to bed.  I don't like it getting dark out earlier, I don't like it getting cooler out.  I am just blah.  I'll get over it.  I'm also a bit sleepy, due to the fact that I now have a new student at work and for some odd reason it's hard. 

Last weekend we had a garage sale that we made a couple of bucks.  Then we we went out to B.J.'s parents house for a surprise anniversary party that his brothers planned.  It was amazing.  They did such a wonderful job.  It  was also nice to see his family from Minnesota.  But I'm just so sleepy from it all.