but it goes to 11!
May. 19th, 2009 05:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fleaStress levels through the roof this afternoon. Tonight we must:
Pay Visa bills
Bathe kids
Go fetch Target gift cards for teachers
Ask a neighbor to look in on Fishie
Make a plan to pay the YMCA
Then I decided to take tomorrow morning off so I can get the house in reasonable shape and pack. Except Casper has a school event from 8:10-10:45. Then I go to the dentist at two, which is actually contributing HUGELY to my overall stress levels. I hate being wimpy and un-dealy about shit, and I am HUGELY so about the dentist right now. I am super organized and articulate and competent and everything dentistry makes me completely shut down and not be able to advocate for myself and make good choices.
We made a park-stay-fly reservation at an airport hotel; I think we'll end up paying $60 over what it would cost to just park. mr. flea thinks the ease of not getting up at 4am and dealing with my unreasonable stress about missing the flight will be worth it; I am worried the kids will be bonkers in the hotel and we'll lose a whole night's sleep.
And on top of this another aide spoke to me at afterschool about Casper's placement next year. She has apparently been placed in a class already, and everyone (Mrs. E, Mrs. C, Mrs. C's aide) thinks it is a bad idea. So I need to speak to the assistant principal and make the case for Mrs. C, who I agree would be a good fit, admittedly not knowing all of the teachers or what the placement rationale is. Except I am feeling ridiculously conflicted about speaking to the assistant principal, because I feel like I am asking them to privilege my child by placing her in the best teacher's classroom and what about the other kid who will be displaced, who probably has a less advantaged parent and could just as much use the placement if not more so. But then, Casper had this year with a fist-year teacher who had a steep learning curve and has certainly not blossomed as much as I would have liked her to. So she could use a year of really good solid teaching. And you're supposed to advocate for your kid.
Stress. Stress. Stress.
Pay Visa bills
Bathe kids
Go fetch Target gift cards for teachers
Ask a neighbor to look in on Fishie
Make a plan to pay the YMCA
Then I decided to take tomorrow morning off so I can get the house in reasonable shape and pack. Except Casper has a school event from 8:10-10:45. Then I go to the dentist at two, which is actually contributing HUGELY to my overall stress levels. I hate being wimpy and un-dealy about shit, and I am HUGELY so about the dentist right now. I am super organized and articulate and competent and everything dentistry makes me completely shut down and not be able to advocate for myself and make good choices.
We made a park-stay-fly reservation at an airport hotel; I think we'll end up paying $60 over what it would cost to just park. mr. flea thinks the ease of not getting up at 4am and dealing with my unreasonable stress about missing the flight will be worth it; I am worried the kids will be bonkers in the hotel and we'll lose a whole night's sleep.
And on top of this another aide spoke to me at afterschool about Casper's placement next year. She has apparently been placed in a class already, and everyone (Mrs. E, Mrs. C, Mrs. C's aide) thinks it is a bad idea. So I need to speak to the assistant principal and make the case for Mrs. C, who I agree would be a good fit, admittedly not knowing all of the teachers or what the placement rationale is. Except I am feeling ridiculously conflicted about speaking to the assistant principal, because I feel like I am asking them to privilege my child by placing her in the best teacher's classroom and what about the other kid who will be displaced, who probably has a less advantaged parent and could just as much use the placement if not more so. But then, Casper had this year with a fist-year teacher who had a steep learning curve and has certainly not blossomed as much as I would have liked her to. So she could use a year of really good solid teaching. And you're supposed to advocate for your kid.
Stress. Stress. Stress.