Shout-out to Florida Evans.
Ok, first of all, I'm dead wrong for having graham crackers in my house. I'm in the midst of a weight-loss struggle and I have minimal willpower. I thought it was a good idea to purchase them last week (in bulk) when I was in the grocery store as a treat for Playette, but guess what? She's refusing them.
And you know what's extra-nifty about graham crackers? They come in this plastic wrapping that's not re-sealable.
So me, being the non-waster that I am, instead of simply putting the remainder in a ziploc bag, I've been feeling obligated to not only eat what she's left on her plate, but I've also been finishing off the leftovers in the wrapping.
On top of that, probably because I watch too many cooking shows, I've been sprucing the graham crackers up a bit.
You know, a little crunchy peanut butter here...a little Nutella there.
Total "healthier lifestyle" fail.
And in other news that really makes me want to use bad words, Playette's whole "starting preschool on Wednesday" thing is starting to really stress me out.
The notes I have from our June IEP say that parents get calls from Transportation 4-7 days before school starts. Well, last Thursday, I still hadn't heard anything so I checked in.
The lady that answered the phone told me that Playette's school doesn't have transportation. "Really?" I asked, "That's not what I was told."
"Well is she special needs?"
"Um, my daughter has special needs, yes."
"Oh, well, I don't have any information on those kids."
Those kids. She said it like she was spitting it out because it tasted nasty. That's kinda like saying "you people" to me. Even if you don't mean it negatively? Not cool.
So, anyway, I called around and around and later that afternoon, I got a call back from one of the Associate Superintendents. She knows me. We've (ahem) talked before. She assured me that the teacher would contact me to confirm Playette's placement in her class and that I would also hear from someone in Transportation on Friday.
Well, no. That didn't exactly happen.
So I called this morning and got that same lady on the phone in Transportation. She still doesn't use People First Language, by the way, but I tried to model it for her again. I think she laughed at me. I. Don't. Like. Her.
She transferred me to someone else who wasn't there. I called the Associate Superintendent's office back and asked if someone could please ask the teacher to call me since I didn't know how to get in touch with her directly.
Shortly thereafter, the teacher called!
Apparently, someone decided, without telling us, that Playette would be in the afternoon session. The one that's impossible for me to get her to and from. Based on what we were told in June, I changed my work schedule so that she could go to preschool in the morning, be picked up by me, dropped off at her daycare, allowing me to come back to work and finish my day before picking her up later in the afternoon. Not perfect, but doable. Not so with a 1045-1345 session.
Nevermind the fact that she naps everyday from about 1200-1400.
Oh and also? Someone told the teacher to cancel transportation because we don't need it.
I am really craving graham crackers right now.