partly cloudy monday

• Of course, since Chris is going away for the week and Sean just got OVER getting sick, the universe (bitch!) decides it's MY turn to get sick. The least it can do is have my hair dye come in - then I can bleach/dye tonight in between echinacea shots. I slept in until 10 after Chris left at 7:30.
  
• (Wouldn't that be horrible? Shot glasses of tincture. Dude.)
  
• I am more than ready for this quarter to be OVER. I'm taking one class over the summer to keep my hand in (Independent Films of Sundance: 5:30-9:00 Tuesday nights) and I want that to start, because it sounds awesome.
  
• On the other foot, we don't have a class Finals Week. So I can hand in my final 35 pages any time during that week.
  
• The weather is schizophrenic. It's sunny here (SE 13th); it was raining on SW 6th, but not on SW 5th.
  
• I have to print things. I technically have to critique things for tomorrow's class, but that's waiting for another coffee.
  
• I'm vaguely dissatisfied with the novel excerpt so far, but that could just be my own indecision, because I can't point to anything clear that I don't like about it.
  
• On the one hand, I like the money that contract work brings in. On the other hand, I hate the uncertainty of that money, and the fact that I have to single-parent for entire weeks at a time. Maybe I just need to get out more. The problem is that this conflicts with my natural fear of realtime person contact. Damnit, I need a transporter. (I'm done being emo now. I think.)
  
• This song is addictive.
  
• Edit: My niece's birthday is today, I just realized. She's twenty-three. *feels incredibly ancient*
  

The thing I forgot to mention

Okay, so Chris had a meeting this morning after his spanish class (I would have gone had I not felt very much like a Sick was coming on) with people who provide extra staff for daycares if the daycare has a (I hate this term, I really do, because it doesn't say anything, but you get the idea) "special needs child".

Now the good of this is that these people are awesome. They see this as 'extra staffing', so the child doesn't always get farmed off on the aide and gets a chance to interact with the other caregivers. They assess him and find out if he NEEDS this before they just provide one, and if he doesn't, the daycare has to listen to them. (The Helen Gordon Center, aka PSU Daycare, recommended them.) Chris said the guy was really cool that he met with. But bear in mind here - we had to go to them. We were looking for daycare because of our academics. They were recommended to us by the daycare. This will become relevant very shortly.

The bad of this - and I'm still pissed off about it -

This fine organization has come under fire from the supermommy brigade. Why? Because they ostensibly "force mothers to go to work or school and don't allow them to stay home with their kids".

WHAT. THE. HELL. IS. WRONG. WITH. THESE. PEOPLE?

Seriously. I really want to know. And why is it that I run into more of these people in the "disability community" *spits* than anywhere else? You know why I don't bother socializing with most (most, I say, present company excepted always) parents of disabled kids? Because there's a high chance I'm going to run into THIS.