Busy morning!

We went to the salon this morning. I have my eyebrows ripped out. They are shapely once again. I made an appointment for next Wednesday to get my hair coloured and cut. I am a few inches worth of root overdue, and I need to have about an inch cut off. I have split ends! Quelle horeur! I’ve never had split ends. Of course, I’ve never had my hair this long, so maybe I’ve just never noticed? Of course we’re going red, big bold beautiful red, with the black lowlights, and the copper highlights.

Rushed over to the boys school to see who their teachers are this year. Malachai has Mrs. Mitchell, which I was hoping for. Dorian had her last year, and I think she’ll be perfect for M this year. I let her know M&W are going to be long days for him. Not anticipating a problem, but just letting her in in case it is. Hot-footed it over to the other new building to meet Dorian’s teacher, Mrs. Vassal. She’s a cute little thing! I am not used to be taller than anyone, but I was. She is very structured, communicates in the homework book (fabulous for me) and was on the ball! I think Dor will do great in her class. I let her know M&W will be long days as well (by association) but I am going to try and arrange to have a sitter so D isn’t out so late. Again, not anticipating a problem, but mentioning it just in case. Stopped in to see Dr. O about the aid for next year. It’s not sounding good. She said they might get one aid to share between the kids who applied, and Mal might get an hour a day with him/her. Well, it’s better than nothing, right? I mentioned he has PT/OT/ST twice a week and we did get hours after school. She said I am just like mom, whether I want to be or not *laughs* We were approved for free breakfast/lunch this year, so that’s good. The boys prefer getting hot lunch to packing a cold one, and it’s 4/5 times a healthy, well rounded meal. I’m really excited about school this year, can you tell?

Grabbed some lunch, and now we’re home! Shop may or may not be closing early tonight, so we might be hitting the expo tonight instead of tomorrow night. I guess it depends on when they close.

I pick the boys up at five today from camp. I need to decide if I am picking up a cake or not… we are celebrating on Sunday, so I figured we’d get a cake and do presents then, but I wanted to give him the MP3 player tonight. I love making birthdays special, but everyone schedules make it hard to do it on the day of the birthday, you know? Maybe I’ll order pizza tonight as a special treat. We’ll see.

Oh, I almost forgot. I had the weirdest dream this morning! First I was dreaming I was following Michael in the car, and he turned, and then I turned, but I turned wrong and got stopped and given a ticket. I kind of woke up from that, and fell back to sleep. Then I dreamed we were at the house, and I get a call that DCF is coming in a half hour! I freak out that we need to clean up, put the clothes away, etc.. The house in my dream was a sty, it was awful and I was freaking out that they were going to take the twins away and the kids and next thing I know Michael was rubbing my  back (IRL) and I mumbled the dream to him and thanked him for waking me up. Then I dozed back off and fell back into the dream, still rushing around trying to clean up a house that seemed familiar, but wasn’t really anyplace that could exist in the real world.

The girl in the window – St. Petersburg Times

Part One: The Feral Child

PLANT CITY — The family had lived in the rundown rental house for almost three years when someone first saw a child’s face in the window.

A little girl, pale, with dark eyes, lifted a dirty blanket above the broken glass and peered out, one neighbor remembered.

The girl in the window – St. Petersburg Times.

Wow. Just wow. Michael sent me this link. I just finished reading it. Wow. Heart wrenching comes to mind. How something like this can even happen, I cannot fathom.

The girl is just precious. There is a family photo on the page. How someone could ignore a baby like that, to the point that it isn’t a person. It makes me want to hug my babies tight, and I did. It makes me wonder how neighbors didn’t call (more often), and how DCF could ignore it for so long. That is addressed in the end of the article, but it’s just amazing.

My son is so high functioning, he’ll just fall through the cracks if I don’t speak up. It’s disheartening that this little girl just fell through the cracks, because there was no one to speak up. No one to speak up….

I’m not pointing fingers here. From the article, it sounds like the mother has some problems of her own and possibly should have been checked in on a little more often in general. DCF winds up in the news a lot for dropping the ball, and I am not excusing them that, but how often do they properly do their job and it isn’t reported? One in a million is too many to mess up on, let alone more, so I’m not cutting them any slack, I’m just saying that it’s not an everyday occurance.

Mind boggling.

More insurance bullshit

I forgot to post/record it for myself. Michael phoned FKC for me yesterday because I got a a third notice that Dorian was approved, but Malachai and Eshiva are being referred out to DCF for medicaid. WTF! So he calls and gets a bit of an answer. Apparently the income limit for hcildren under 6 is different from children over six. So Dorian qualified for KC and it will be effective next month. The two little ones might qualify for medicaid and supposedly we’ll be getting more paperwork to fill out.

In the mean time, my kid needs to see a dentist, but no one can do anything for me, either by way of telling me I can turn a bill into the insurance when we get it for reimbursement or if we’ll have it anytime soon. If they could tell me it would be effective May first (like with D) I’d just let it wait, as it’s not an “emergency” right now.

I just don’t understand why they can’t stick all three kids on the same plan. We obviously qualified for it. They are making my life difficult.

Neat little Meme

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surgery today at 5 pm

they had to order a rod for her leg. apparently the smallest one they had was too long. so they had to order and overnight it from a hospital in new jersey. i find that odd. but that might just be me.

they have her morphined up, and on her back, so she is aspirating. she can’t lie on her back. she can’t even lean slightly backwards, she aspirates. i guess they are doing something about that tho.

we went to Friday’s for dinner last night. was going to cook, then we were gonna get pizza, then subway, then we waited for my mom & dad & sister to get home to go out, then to fridays. without mom, dad & sara, but that is another story. it was good. i had an ultimate mudslide, and fish had a beer. i think we needed that. i drank the last bit of mine too fast tho. felt it on the way home. that slightly more than cozy warm feeling. not drunk enough to get on the bar and strip, but enough to be a little too warm and cozy.

anyway.

mom said erin has the bons of a 60 – 80 year old. i don’t know about that. but i think they aren’t going after the school. i guess they’d get out of it anyway. but if it happened at home, it hink dcf would be all over it. so whynot when it happens at school??

at least it didn’t happen at home. my dad would be beside himself if it was “his fault.” not saying it was anyone’s fault, you know.