The plan was simple. I was to go school with my only son and try to help him become a productive member of his class. There was no mention of suddenly becoming a substitute mother to a rather obscene number of 8 year olds. (Think Angelina + Octomom)
How do teachers do it? I heard that quite a few burn out and retire early. I can see how. :P By the time I come home all I can do is cook, my son with his homework and do the odd chore. I'm dozing off by 9 and pretty much unconscious by 10. Yesterday I couldn't even wait for the markets to close. But that's ok, since I only swing-trade which isn't as naughty as it sounds. And no, this incredible tiredness is not necessarily due to inebriation.
Some days are so difficult all I want to do is cry myself under a pillow. But there are benefits. While he still continues to voice his every thought, he has become a productive, fully integrated member of his class.
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No, really, it's crazy. I even forgot my own birthday cake.
Maybe a miracle will happen and he'll get an aide of his own, but I'm not holding my breath. Just today, B. called for the first time in ages.
Her first son was in "special school" the whole time, and it was deemed that he would remain there. Suddenly they said, no, he can come over to the regular school. He might even end up in my son's class.
What I heard is: conscious of the coming economic tsunami, the government is scrimping and saving everywhere. There is certainly no more money for borderline cases.
Meine herzlichen Glückwünsche zum Geburtstag!
SInd jetzt nicht ein paar Tage Ferien? Hope you can relax.
Ya know..its all worth it in the end. You are a great mom and you are doing a wonderful thing.
You will look back in years to come and actually laugh..you will realize that it was all good times!
Trust me, I know..four kids with three of them in their twenties. IN fact, we all laugh!
Sometimes people end up doing the impossible for a long time. Of course it does mean being chronically exhausted. I don't know how teachers do it either. I worked in a day care center for three weeks before I threw up my hands and threw in the towel.
Happy birthday. What you're doing is truly admirable.
It's not for a lightweight momma that's for sure. It really makes me happy to hear about his progress. He has surpassed all expectations because of your tenacity. I hope to hear you get some relief, or at least some actual help one day soon.
Your support means a lot to me. I've NO idea where this will end up... I try to take things one day at a time.
Wow, honestly, I think you are amazing for getting that much done and enduring such mental activity during the day! I really do respect you for all you can do in a day.
Your birthday? Happy birthday! :)
YOu are awesome. Enough said.
Hugs. :)
http://www.spiegel.de/international/europe/0,1518,609046,00.html
You like cheese, so maybe that story is of interest for you.
I don't comment much, but I always stop by. You're doing such a great job for your son. You do it because you know it's the right thing, and you don't give up. I really admire you.
Mago: yes, I love articles about cheese, thanks!
Warm camembert with cranberries is delicious. Cold it tastes and smells like something better left unsaid...
Hugs to everyone.
There is a French cheese that is so stinky it isn't allowed on public transport, but apparently it is absolutely delicious. One of my favorite cheeses growing up was Leiderkranz, which smelled like dirty socks but was out of this world flavor. It isn't made any more and apparently the formula has been lost. More's the pity.
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