This morning I plan to go shopping for end-of-year presents. I'm not sure what I'm going to get. Usually I have something in mind- but this year, I'm a little aimless. It isn't like these people have been wonderfully helpful, friendly, or even polite. They've done little for Joey- he's doing The Very Hungry Caterpillar for the third year running, and is bored to tears, and they wonder why he's being uncompliant and argumentative. When I ask questions, the first response has been "We're professionals; why are you asking questions?" I feel like Harry Potter trying to talk to Aunt Petunia.
I'm not ask stressed as usual about the Friday meeting. Maybe I'll start freaking out tomorrow. There's really no point. I have the OT coming with me, and the kindergarden teacher has said she will also come- I think it is silly that the next teacher wouldn't be automatically included at this meeting, since she is the one who needs to understand the IEP. But I got that fixed, she's coming. I'll do what I can. And if there needs to be more, I'll call another IEP. I may hire a legal advocate for next year, but we'll see how these people deal with it. I'm kind of ooking forward to having a mostly new team- though I get to keep the most problematic member of my current team. Hooray! That's why the OT is coming with me. I'm not the only one unhappy with Joey's OT goals.
Tonight, I'll comb through the reports we have and put together things that need to be addressed. And we shall see what they feel like addressing.