for the love of bob, weren't we just here?

Dear Child's School (again!)

Look. I realize y'all are teaching the I'd Rather Be Stimming class (™ starsong), but this means that the CHILDREN stim. The adults, not so much with the stimming (well, I mean, I suppose they can: but bear with me.)

To put it another way:

THE CHILD DOES NOT HAVE A FARKING RASH ON HIS UPPER LIP.

THE CHILD HAS NEVER HAD A FARKING RASH ON HIS UPPER LIP.

WILL YOU BLOODYWELLSHUTUP ABOUT THE FARKING RASH THAT IS NOT ON HIS UPPER LIP?

That on his upper lip?

That is CHAPPING.

Because he STIMS (which y'all should be FAMILAR WITH BY NOW, since he does it ALL THE TIME) with things by FLICKING THEM ON HIS UPPER LIP.

IF I HAVE TO GET A DOCTOR'S NOTE FOR THIS NONEXISTENT, NOT EVEN A COLD SORE PSEUDORASH?

Y'ALL ARE GOING TO FACE MY WRATH (™ me).

AND MY WRATH (™ me) INVOLVES INSECT SPRAY, KITCHEN KNIVES AND A FRACKING BLOWTORCH ON 'EZ-BAKE'.

Y'ALL WILL NOT LIKE MY WRATH (™ me).


Most sincerely,

Me.

Again.

(no, they did not say get a doctor's note. they did not say I should keep him home, either, otherwise I'd be hunting up the insect spray and my second best cleaver. I'm just sick and tired of getting emailed about this crap.)

and in a less capslocky more I don't understand why my time is being wasted here type of vein

Okay. So there's a meeting at the school for the parents of The Classrooms of Misfit Toys™. They're going to talk about summer programs so that the parents of Misfit Toys™ don't make them into the human equivalent of a nice veal demiglace over the summer. Fine. I like that. I'd need to buy a bigger pot to cook Sean anyway.

But what I don't understand is why we need to have a MEETING about this. Why can't they just hand us information? I mean, we get all of these eight squillion newsletters (give or take), most of them about the gifted kids program; they all get emailed or sent home via 'kid-mail' (pause for the obligatory rolling of the eyes here). (and don't get me started about the disparities between the SPED program and the gifted program here: seriously, don't. As Chris's aunt says, "I'm not WELL for this.")

(Yes, his school has only SPED or gifted streams. Does that seem weird to you? Yeah.)

But for some reason for us this requires a MEETING.

I don't get it. I don't want a MEETING. Meetings are boring and cut into the Rest Of My Life Time.

And okay, right, they're providing childcare, fine. But still. MEETING. And it's not a one-on-one meeting, it's an all-parents-of-misfit toys™ meeting, so it's not like they're going to tailor what's being presented to individual disabilities either. It'll probably be a bunch of people reading off powerpoint slides.

Do Not Get.

I has a letter.

poorfrances gave me a letter and I have to list ten things I like that begin with that letter.
If YOU want a letter, you can ask me for one. <3

I have the letter 'N'. Shiny!

1. Neko! Neko is my Big Goofy Siamese Cat. He's actually only half siamese: his mother is a mutt-cat with no tail, so he has a stub tail. But other than that he looks very much Siamese. Neko wants to be human when he grows up, or maybe a dog: he likes carrying stuff around in his mouth, trying to walk on his hind feet, body-checking Teh Spouse for pettings and hiding under the sofa when babysitters come. He's weird but I love him. <3 He was born under my desk.

2. Numbers. Specifically counting, because I have OCD and I used to count syllables and steps and pretty much everything I could. I still do it, just not constantly.

3. Naan. Which is an indian flatbread, if you didn't know: it's available in many flavours. Quite tasty stuff.

4. Night. Because then the kid goes to sleep and it is quiet.

5. Nursing students. I know a few, but I'm mostly thinking of kibbles and starsong and the ones who live upstairs from us that take the kid for walks randomly. They are all very awesome.

6. Neil Gaiman, because he is sexy and is an amazing writer and a really excellent human being.

7. Northeast. The area of Seattle I live in, and if I were to kind of walk in that general direction and remove all the intervening states and provinces and borders and mountains, I'd be at machineplay's house, and she's made of awesome and win and snuggly and very good writing. In equal parts.

8. Naps. Best thing ever. I am officially old. Or just have an autistic child and a sleep problem.

9. Noir, as in film. I took an entire class on film noir. I love the plots: I love that the endings are realistic (even though I sometimes tend to prefer happy endings, sometimes I like ambiguity). I love the stylistic nature of film noir - in characters, in settings, in lighting and directing and cinematography.

10. Nanofiction. Very, very small complete stories.

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