Life is a roller-coaster. Mine is a bit of a wildmouse. But then, i can never complain about being bored, right?
We have the new speech evaluation in hand. Evals are both good and bad. Its good to have a firm picture of Joey's strengths and weaknesses so we can consider options and plan supports and interventions and needed services, such as upping speech therapy or asking the school for more service. However, it also means we have Joey's disability laid out in black-and-white numbers, which cannot be ignored. To us, Joey is... Joey. On paper, Joey has a moderate-to-severe communication disability. It's never fun to see it laid bare.
Something happened at school today, and we don't know what. We do know something happened, because Joey came home on the verge of meltdown, and won't talk about school at all- the big red flag that something is not right. He wanted to ride his bike, but he wanted to ride it off the deck- as in, down the stairs. I don't think so. So he then tried to run over his brother. He was asked to stop riding the bike. Instant meltdown ensued... for an hour. What the...?
On the good news front, Grandma arrived and I got to go out to dinner with my husband. The last time we got to go out was... neither of us can remember. We've been wrangling about "when did we last go out?" for a few minutes now. Was it my birthday, 2006? Surely we managed to go out over the summer once? But it is lost to the mists of time. Aren't we supposed to be having weekly dates? Or monthly? Or at least annual? The food was good this time. The company was fabulous. I hope he asks me out again.