I rarely feel as if I am on the wrong side of the bar.  I like to be the sober one in the midst of the chaos.  It has been a long week.  The food challenge fail. The  revisit of the homework issues, which was discussed at length today with some of Ryan’s team.  (I know the burbs are special ed nirvana but for now that is not a possible immediate move, please I know, I don’t need to hear it again)

They want the weekend homework to end and have him do all his homework during the week again.  I never knew this change was coming and no one warned me.  I feel like we are finally on top of the schoolwork, making it work, and they want to change it,  I am so angry.  It does not just effect Ryan to make these changes.  It effects Aaron when we have to sit for hours at a time.  It affects Ryan because he can’t learn the way they want him to.  It effects me because I start feeling overwhelmed in dealing with it all by myself.   Why does this need to change before third grade?  I am at a loss but you know next week I will be kicking down the doors and asking the questions.

Tonight, for once I wish I was on the other side of the bar,, sipping a beer, and leaving it all behind for a while, just a little while. Because my wholesome chaos ultimately brings me more happiness than a beer can ever bring me.