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I can't believe I survived

Friday, September 28, 2012

Today came straight from Hell and landed smack dab right in my way. It started out with a very annoyed husband who came home to work to find out that someone stole his bank account number and charge $110. I finally get him calmed down and off to bed while I get the older two on the school bus. I make the youngest breakfast and sit down to enjoy my thin bagel and greek yogurt. At this point of my day everything is normal and good.
After breakfast I begin my errands. Gotta return something to the school that my eldest daughter stole ( 2nd time in two weeks). I walk into the office with my 3 year old to find my daughter sitting there already. Surprised, I give her the benefit of the doubt thinking she must be sick. I find out someone wrote swear words on TWO bathroom stalls and she just happened to be walking away with the same color pen. Ok, I immediately start defending her saying she would never do that, not here at school. I walk down to take a look and see my daughters very distinct hand writing. I was so disappointed. I HATE WHEN I GIVE PEOPLE THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT AND THEN I FIND OUT THEY DID WHATEVER IT IS THEY WERE ACCUSED.
So, I call my husband because I am a bit out of my league here. Her behavior is getting out of hand. I meet with her principal and the school social worker who both inform me that my daughter appears to be depressed. I call the pediatrician, AGAIN 2ND TIME THIS WEEK, and tell her what the school says. I am told to rush my daughter to the ER for ANOTHER EMERGENCY PSYCH EVAL. I do as I'm told scared and feeling sorry for my depressed baby. I sit and wait for FOUR HOURS in the waiting room, since they needed her by herself. Finally the psychologist comes out and sits next to me and says, " I have been doing this for 35 years. In my professional opinion, your daughter is one of the best actors I have seen for her age." Apparently as soon as I left the room, her demeanor changed, there was no sadness in her. She outright told the doctor that she felt great. I WAS MORTIFIED. I just sat in this hospital and will have to pay for every second of it, since our deductible hasn't been reached yet, for my child to fake it. She has apparently learned how to play the system. When she doesn't something wrong, she drops her eyes and talks in her sad voice and gets away with it. I'M ONTO THE GAME NOW.
So, because of all this drama my son and I missed lunch. By the time we got out of the hospital it was dinner time. We stopped at a fast food joint since I could hear his stomach growling. I didn't make the best decisions but I account it to the stress. I wasn't thinking about what was best for me, rather how embarrassed I was. Tomorrow is a new day and I PRAY IT'S BETTER.
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JDAVIS4521 9/29/2012 8:16PM

    Thank you.

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*MAMA*2*BOYS* 9/28/2012 11:30PM

    Aw, hun, that has got to be hard! I don't think I have any advice or words of wisdom, but I just wanted you to know that I am here to support you! emoticon

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