I'll give you a Christmas card.
This is the first year since the kids were born that I did not get my Christmas cards out in the mail lickety-split the day after Thanksgiving. Gasp!
Here they sit in a little bag, unaddressed, not yet ready to go.
But let's talk about Riley.
She is having trouble in math. She is a perfectionist. If she does not already know the concept, she gets incredible anxiety and freaks and then gets further behind, creating a snowball effect. With great dramatic flair, she's been ripping up her papers and stomping over to the garbage can during class to dispose of her hard work.
I'm meeting with her teachers on Tuesday in an effort to figure out what is the trigger and what can we do about it. Her teachers thus far have been wonderful, but I do have some residual fear from a couple of past experiences. One where she was kicked out of preschool, and another in which we were told we were STUPID by a principle, (for requesting she be in a grade level appropriate for her academic ability, not a grade behind).
Autism is a "cutting edge" disabilty, blowing the people who normally deal with childhood "issues" out of the water. There are no experts.
I have born the brunt of the blame from people who haven't caught up with autism. I've been judged by family, doctors, educators, nurses, therapists, neighbors, people in line at the grocery store, etc. So when HT blew off my concerns about this upcoming meeting, it kinda sorta set me off. AT&T! I could not get to my google! I have a meeting next week I have to prepare for! It is important! I'm supposed to already know everything! No one is helping me! I'm ripping up my papers and stomping to the garbage in a panic!
If my Christmas cards are late, I hope you'll understand. I'm busy, teaching my "daughter" you don't have to be perfect.