HOLY CRAP, INTERNET! SHE LIVES!

You probably thought I died. Or, heck, maybe you didn’t even notice I was gone. Well, I’m back. And I’ve got a lot to say, so settle in.

My absence? Blame it on that lovely time of year known as Passover, also known as the Season of Our OCD-ness Manifesting Itself as an Unnatural Need to Clean Every Surface in the House, Even the Ones in Rooms We Do Not Use, Like the Upstairs Closet and the Shelves in the Back of the Garage. Or you can just say Pesach. Whatevs.

Anyway, in order to make it easier, the children do not attend school several days prior to the start of the holiday. Wait, that doesn't actually make it easier. Huh.

But today, oh blessed day of days, they are back in school, which means that they are not here and demanding to be fed and entertained MULITPLE TIMES A DAY. Woohoo! So.

1. The School called to inform us that they will not offer D. a place for next year. The consensus on their part was that he was not socially or languageally able to handle the requirements for the class he would be in next year.

2. As a result of Number 1, Mr. WG announced that we would not be returning to The School for therapy, and plus he doesn't believe in all that developmental therapy Mrs. Block does anyway, because it's out of network, so it can't be REAL, right?

3. Remember how I said that Mr. WG is losing it? He seriously is. Like, seriously. I guess it had to happen at some point, because how long can a person live with me and stay sane, right? It's kind of funny to watch him, but I'm also hoping he hurries up and works through his crap so that I can go back to being the one with the Issues.

4. We have a new speech therapist who is OK. Competent, certainly, and she has potential. So we'll see how that goes.

5. We officially accepted D's placement in the PPCD for next year. And I verified that the bus that will pick him up and drop him off daily is, indeed, yellow, as any other color would have most certainly been a dealbreaker.

6. The title in that last post three years ago? That’s a Hannah Montana song, peeps. It’s called Just Like You, and it’s about how Hannah is really, totally just like you, provided that you are also worth about a billion dollars and slated to head up your own empire.

7. Huh. I guess I didn’t have as much to say as I thought I did. But I promise to say it more regularly now that The Endless Days of Cleaning are behind us.