Life is so hectic right now. It’s funny… when I wasn’t so busy, I had a ton of time to blog, but little to talk about. Now I have a ton to talk about, but little time to do it! LOL
Anyhow, the other day we receive the school psychologists recommendation for Rochelle in the mail. We had her evaluated for ADHD (because ADD and ADHD has been molded together). The results make it so clear. I knew she had some inattentive issues, but I had no idea how bad it was until she was evaluated. One and half minutes is the longest period of time she concentrates on any piece of school work. She’ll spend 20 minutes fidgeting, 3 minutes working, then when all of the other kids in class are done with their work, she’ll spend 5 minutes working, 10 minutes fidgeting. She was redirected 25 times in an hour period. Unbelievable.
The next step for that is taking the evaluation to our family doctor and discuss the options. I’m against medicating her, so I want to find out what kinds of therapy we can get her into. The school psychologist let me know that she can offer behavior therapy in school, which is fabulous, but I want something along with that outside of school that I can be involved with as well.
On to other news, Rochelle and I drove out to Hammond, NY to play softball. An hour away, I’ve never been there, I was the last of our entourage and the person ahead of me got lost. So I had to call Brad at home to have him Google it (I dunno why I didn’t just use my cell to Google it?). We managed to get there, 10 minutes late.
Olivia was home with with Bradford and the baby. Our team did great the first few innings, but then the pressure builds and the kids start cracking. Rochelle cried after each time at bat because she didn’t hit the ball. Partly my fault, I don’t practice enough with her. But, no matter how much I tell her it doesn’t matter if she’s having fun, she gets down on herself.
While she was playing, I called home to check on Brad and the girls. No answer. Hang up and try again. No answer. Left a message. 3 minutes later, call again. Leave a frantic message. I probably called 10 times. Left 3 or 4 frantic messages. Never got a response until after we were driving home. He went for a walk with him mom, our infant, and a sick 6 year old, to get ice cream. Hmph.
Then today… oh boy oh boy oh boy, today. I was grumpy when I woke up late this morning. Got the kids up and moving for school, then came down to make my coffee, just like every other morning. Rochelle didn’t come downstairsafter 10 minutes or so, so I hollar up, “Come on, Ro.” She responds, “I’m coming.”
5 minutes later…
“Come on, Ro.”
“I’m coming.”
another 5 minutes later…
“Come on, Ro.”
“I’m coming.”
yet another 5 minutes later…
“Come on, Ro.”
“I’m coming.”
Up the stairs I go. Get to her room, she’s standing there fumbling with an inappropriate shirt, wearing another shirt, and nothing else. I grumble and start tossing her clothes to put on. Then, “Where’s your underwear?”
“I don’t know.”
Grumble. I go downstairs, get some from the dryer, go back up the stairs and tell her to put them on. She’s crying, I’m irritated, I snap. I yelled. I hollared. I was a bitch.
But, the kids made it to school 10 minutes before the doors locked.
I felt like an ass all day for sending Ro off like that. Plus, I was already irritated after last nights fiasco. The baby seemed to be feeling my irritation because she was a bit touchy all morning. Then she slept most of the afternoon and ate very little. Shortly after the older girls got home, we packed them up to go to Grandma’s for the weekend and headed out to meet my mom in Watertown. By this time I’d noticed that Evy felt a little warm, but it was 88° and humid so we didn’t panic. We get to Cracker Barrel in Watertown and my mom noticed how warm Evy was. I kind of blew it off as teething and sitting in the warmish car. Me and Brad ran some errands and went out for dinner. While eating, Evelyn seemed lethargic and her skin felt like it was on fire. We decided to wrap dinner early and take her to the Urgent Care. Well, they closed 15 minutes before we got there. So off to Wal-mart for a thermometer and Tylenol. Take her temp, 102.7. OK, ER it is.
ER sucked. When we got there we pulled Ev out of her car seat and she immediately perked up and cooled down. By the time she got to Triage, her fever had reduced and she was playing Patty Cake with the Triage nurse as I was telling her that one of her symptoms was that she seemed a bit lethargic… ugh.
We get out of Triage and get sent to another waiting room. There we find out that a local Super Wal-Mart was evacuated because a fire extinguisher was knocked off a wall and blew chemicals everywhere. Brad and I then decided we would be there all night if we had to wait for all of those people to be seen, so we ditched the ER. We took Evy’s temp, the Tylenol was already bringing her fever down.
Now, here I sit. My bigger girls gone, the little one upstairs and finally sleeping, and I haven’t had nearly enough coffee to keep my head form exploding.
Oh, and FYI. Did you know most garden hoses contain lead? Yeah. Not happy. Rochelle’s been through lead poisoning… we don’t want to do it again.
