Disorganized

My younger sister posted a sign on her FB page:  my housekeeping style looks like there has been a struggle.

Mine too.  Our mom was/is always so very neat.  A speck of dust never stood a chance.  Her idea of clutter was a small pile of mail on the end of the counter.  My bedroom at home was neat and tidy.  Everything always put away.  When I moved out and got my own apartment it was the same...neat and always very clean.  I got married. had kids and something happened.  Every room in this house has clutter.  Do I like it?  hell no!  But I always feel buried.

Now that Bethany and I are the only ones here you would think I could get it under control.  I could but the problem is TIME.  Well...time and ambition.

So the online guy...Matt...the doofus braggart...flew down to Florida over the weekend.  He said his one brother has a vacation house in Sarasota and was having a yacht delivered.  His brother and his wife were out of the country so they needed him to go down and be there when the yacht was delivered.  He is back now.  He has texted and called.  I ignored the text last night.  He called tonight and I didn't answer.  He left a VM and with his name and number.  O...M...G.  First of all...the number would show...second of all I have already attached a contact name to it so I would know.  But I guess I couldn't possibly be intelligent enough to figure that out.  I texted him back later and told him I had 2 really long days of work and I wasn't feeling very well.

While that is true, I am just delaying the inevitable.  I am not interested.  I would give him a chance, perhaps except for the tone of his voice when I asked questions...like I was an idiot for asking anything.  nope.  Been there, done that...for over 25 years!

I HAVE had 2 very long days of work.  It would be easier if I wasn't empathetic.  BUT...I listen to these parents...and some of them are like a broken record...and squeeze out what the real underlying problem is, and work out a solution with them and the teacher (thus, the job title Family Academic Success LIAISON).  I have one that I have been pulling on my hair about because I know what needs to be done and I have put it off because what is really bothering me is...the school year is 3/4 over and this student should not be in our school!  The grandparents/mother don't want to admit defeat and that this student needs a F2F teacher.  No one has time for him and his lessons.  He has been left in the dust.  I talked on the phone to the Intervention Specialist that is supposed to be working with him in small groups and...AAAAHHHHH (hitting myself in the head with a pipe).  She is fresh out of college and just seemed to want to ask ME too many feckin questions and did not seem to comprehend what it was I wanted to know.  I think she thought that I was questioning what she was doing.  A half hour later (please...help me) when we got off the phone she was asking me if she ended up telling me what I needed to know (yessssss....somewhere in there you did) and IMMEDIATELY she sends me an email and says,  "I really hope I gave you the information you were after.  If not, let me know!"  I rolled my eyes and did not respond.  It may not have been nice but SERIOUSLY!  I promise to NEVER call you again!!!  I don't have that kind of time to waste.

And I really hate having to call, or answer a call, from our social worker Priti.  Now SHE is the queen of talking in circles.  She will talk for an hour straight (tonight it was an hour and 20 minutes...there's a timer on the phone) and end up right where she started. I do not have that kind of attention span!!  I don't have patience for it.  I sometimes wonder if she hears and wonders what, that thumping noise is (my foot stomping on the floor).  Tonight Jack stood there barking at me and I started laughing.  I cut her off and said, "Jack is yelling at me. He wants to go outside."  She said, "I need to let you go cuz he wants you done."   I told her it was Jack's way of letting me know I had better let him out before he poops on the floor.  And she kept on a yapping.  Luckily, Bethany came through the door then and I texted her to please let the dogs out.  I finally told her I had a handle on what I needed to do for this one kid and if she could find someone to help them with education alternatives in their area that would get this kid the proper education (long story...lots of problems) I would breathe easier.  But in the long run, it is not up to me to figure out their family dynamic problems for them but they obviously need someone to point them in the right direction.

I think the thing that flabbergasted me the most was the one student I had been handed.  I looked to see what his log in history was like and could NOT believe it.  I immediately called my team lead and told her, "this kid is not here.  The LC is not here! this student has not logged ONE SINGLE LESSON since Dec. 3rd!  This is the end of March!!!  what the heck?"  She told me to send her his name and she would give it to the Truancy officer.  NO CHIT!  smh...

And another slips through the cracks.  There is no excuse.

I know I am jinxing myself BUT the only thing this day was missing was some sort of communique from Darkness.  I am hoping he went down to Texas this last weekend and found himself another mess to keep him busy.

I am SSSOOO looking forward to my Spring Break next week!! Yessir!!!