If you read my #SNRyanGosling post this week, and for the last few weeks, you’ve probably surmised that our school district has been less than stellar. Let’s just suffice it to say that due to the illegal activities and things said to and about me that I wouldn’t be sad at all if people lost their jobs over the situation we just dealt with and how it was handled. I don’t normally wish people to lose their jobs, but seriously. Some of these people should NOT be in contact with our children, nor in charge of their education and safety. Napoleon complexes all around. For you military spouses out there, you think the military is bad? I dealt with more bullshit in the last few weeks from our schools than I have in almost twelve years as a military spouse. The school has totally won the bullshit award, and trust me, I never knew it was possible to have more bullshit than the military, but oh how it is.
Now, I can breathe. I can concentrate on what’s important. I can concentrate on the day to day bullshit that we always have. The therapies. The behaviors we’re working on with the boys – the ones we’re trying to instill and the ones we’re trying to eliminate. The doctor appointments. Trying to figure out why Aaron is losing weight. What the hell we’re going to do all summer. You know, the usual. I like the usual. Usual is good.
Now that our conflicts are resolved and I don’t have to worry about my older child’s safety as far as transportation every day, I can worry about more important things – like curtains. Like who the hell makes a window less than two feet wide and I don’t even know how long because I didn’t measure, but it’s going to need at least an 84″ curtain. We have one of these windows each in our bedroom, Aaron’s bedroom, the kitchen, and 2 of the bathrooms. Then I have to find a way to dress the windows on the doors in our bedroom and Zach’s bedroom. Why? Because I get migraines, and I need a cave when I get one, and in Zach’s room because I don’t want the light waking him up at the butt crack of dawn. I love this historical house and the huge windows, but at the same time it’s a pain.
But after all we’ve been through lately, bring on these first world problems. PLEASE. We need piddly stuff I can fix fairly easily for awhile. I think we’ve earned it.
We also met a nice neighbor. She brought us cookies to welcome us to the neighborhood. She didn’t even take them back when we told her we just moved from the other side of post. I really like her, and she’s not a Kool Aid drinker. They’re Air Force, which totally explains it. I think I’ve also made another friend through our ordeal. Even though it was all a pain in the ass and totally unneeded stress, it wasn’t all bad since I did meet a couple nice people in the process.
I think this is where I’m going to leave this chapter of our lives and move on with the rest – until the school decides to be asshats again. Six more weeks has become my mantra.