Last night was the last leg of my last extreme commute. I find myself relived, very relieved, and sad, and excited, and scared. I feel like the rest of my life has begun, but I don't quite know what that means. The rest of my life got off to an inauspicious start today. I kept LB home from daycare because she had an evaluation. So we got a mellow start and ate oatmeal and mangos and I even took her to the park (I am supermom). Then we came home to a smelly, messy house, our slowly dying dog, and a last minute assignment for a potential job.
The evaluation team arrived a hour later to a messy house, a dying dog, a fussy child, and me. I don't know if I have ever so fully achieved the stereotype of "stressed out working mom." I spent the evaluation urging LB on while I also frantically trying to compose appropriate emails about arcane matters. If you've read here for any amount of time, you will know that I have a typo problem, one that should have been beaten out of me during my many, many years of education, but I guess I'm just an overachiever.
I kept it together with only a little fraying at the edges until the evaluators started asking important questions like, "what are some words you would use to describe your family." I had a mini-freakout and got all quavery as I told them to just write down that I had declined to answer, and please move on BECAUSE I'M CLEARLY STRESSED AND I CAN'T DO THIS RIGHT NOW!.
LB did her stuff and scored similarly to her last evaluation. This test included a picture of a rotary phone for her to identify. Even my luddite parents don't have a phone like that. Ridiculousness. They gave her a "significant delay" for gross motor, which came as surprise, but she also wouldn't run or climb stairs for them, so we'll get another eval with a PT and see what's up. Her other problem area was speech, particularly articulation, which we have noticed at home, so she'll also get a speech evaluation.
Meanwhile, in my home state there are conspiracy theories and conservative revolutions.