Those of you who know me know that sometimes I just need to ramble.......of course, you might also argue that that is all I do when I get a computer keyboard under my fingers. Either way, tonight I need to ramble because it's just been one of those weeks so this will probably be a novel.
It started last Friday when Sean came home from school after having a sub. She was incredibly rude to him. He had to go to the restroom very badly in the middle of an exam--I know what you're thinking, since when are kids allowed to go to the restroom during an exam. Well, she didn't say for them to go ahead of time and he HAD to go. Trust me, when my son needs to go, he NEEDS to go like right NOW. When he asked her she said out loud for the whole class to hear, "You just want to get out of taking the exam." He told her that he didn't and that he knew the book backward and forward and she could ask him any question and he would get it right but that he HAD to go to the restroom. She finally let him go but he felt totally humiliated. Later she was also rude to his best friend when he asked permission to refill his water bottle. During the afternoon she said to the whole class, "They were right. This is the worst class ever." Needless to say, on Monday when John retrieved Sean from school he spoke to Teacher about it and she was less than pleased. The class as a whole IS badly behaved and is the worst that school has ever seen but there are some good kids in there and Sean and Lawrence are two of them. They're not only polite and well-behaved but they're good students as well. She told my husband that she would tell the office that she doesn't want that woman in her classroom ever again. She was extremely upset that Sean was treated that way as she really likes him--and he likes her too.
Second thing is John's work. It's totally crazy, as if it wasn't crazy enough with the new shift. His boss quit last week so now they have no supervisor, just FSMs who don't quite get it. Then last night and tonight when he went in there was no vehicle for him. A truck on one of the sites broke down so they took the Patrol 1 truck for it. How is a patrol driver supposed to do his run without a vehicle? He has to wait until one is brought over to him 45 minutes into his shift and then he has to deliver the FSM back to the office. Big deal? Yes. This patrol is run and gun at the best of times just to try to fit all the hits in, especially on the 11-hour shifts. He didn't get home until almost an hour later than he usually does on Wednesday-into-Thursday and it will be no different tonight. Granted, he'll be getting overtime but still that doesn't make up for having to race to try to play catch up and make sure he makes the time-sensitive hits on time. And to add insult to injury he's stuck in a Prius. I don't know about you but driving 200 miles a night in a Prius is not my idea of a fun time. Nothing personal to anybody who happens to own one but they are funky vehicles.
It is so hot in our house it isn't even funny. I haven't been sleeping well due to the heat. I sleep maybe an hour or an hour and a half and then wake up sweltering and can't get back to sleep for about the same amount of time. It is about 85 degrees in our house as I write this at 12:40am and that is how hot it was at 3am yesterday morning as well. Today I went off on the maintenance guy when he said we aren't going to have air until sometime next week. I am not normally like that but I sort of let him have it. John kind of softened the blow a little bit but I was not a happy camper and he knew it.
And last, but not least, Sean and his nosebleeds--we have been informed by him that Miss Michelle said they are called nosebleeds not bloody noses. LOL The heat and lack of humidity in the house have really set them off. He had one tonight that lasted about 20 minutes. He had one Tuesday that lasted just a few minutes. He had one at school last week that lasted about 25 minutes or so. This is just getting ridiculous. John called the doctor over a week ago and they never returned his call. He's calling again on Monday. This has got to be stopped. Years ago the doctor told us that if they continue he might have to get it cauterized and it looks like the time has come. This has been going on for probably 8 years. It is worse at certain times of the year and this is the worst time for it. Luckily Sean is handling it much better than he used to. He used to turn into a raving lunatic but now he just takes it in his stride and does what is necessary. He pretty much can handle it himself but when it goes longer like tonight he calls me or John in to "help" but really all we do is offer moral support and then help him clean himself and the sink up.
Okay, I think I'm done complaining for now. Sorry about this but I don't do this too often. :)
Hope things are going well in your corner of the world.