So I'm home from my long day out. Well maybe it wasn't so horrible afterall cause I took a nap at my grannys house where there were no kids interrupting me and making noise. She sent me home with enough leftovers for a week. Beef stew, hashbrown casserole, fried cabbage, cornbread, half a bag of chips she didn't like and some sweet potato home fries she made just for me. I won't have to cook for the next two days. Yahoo!!!
At my sister's house all went well except for one of her dogs hiding from me when she realized I was going to groom her. I looked high and low for that dog and couldn't find her. She had already had her bath and I had put her in the laundry room and when I came back to get something from the room she dashed out the door and hid. An hour later, I find her sitting on my sister's bed. She must have been hiding under the bed where I couldn't see her cause I looked several times. She saw me and made a mad dash for the doggie door. I caught her just as she went through it.
I picked Morgan up from school and she was in a very foul mood. Once she was ready to talk she told me the tics are coming back and at school there's a kid mocking her and telling jokes about her. Not just because of that but because of her differentness (not sure that's a word). Stoopid jerk! If I found out my kid was doing that to someone, I would beat their azz.
Now I'm home. The homebound teacher is here with Alex. She's good with him but a bit aloof with me. She must have gotten a copy of my email.
I could care less as long as she's good with him.
At my sister's house all went well except for one of her dogs hiding from me when she realized I was going to groom her. I looked high and low for that dog and couldn't find her. She had already had her bath and I had put her in the laundry room and when I came back to get something from the room she dashed out the door and hid. An hour later, I find her sitting on my sister's bed. She must have been hiding under the bed where I couldn't see her cause I looked several times. She saw me and made a mad dash for the doggie door. I caught her just as she went through it.
I picked Morgan up from school and she was in a very foul mood. Once she was ready to talk she told me the tics are coming back and at school there's a kid mocking her and telling jokes about her. Not just because of that but because of her differentness (not sure that's a word). Stoopid jerk! If I found out my kid was doing that to someone, I would beat their azz.
Now I'm home. The homebound teacher is here with Alex. She's good with him but a bit aloof with me. She must have gotten a copy of my email.
I could care less as long as she's good with him.
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One bright spot though, the postmaster came up behind the window this afternoon when I was by myself and asked how I was doing. 
Thankfully it wasn't all that busy!
