You know yesterday when I posted that so far the bipolar wonder had been doing great at school, that he would shortly there after have an issue arise. God how I hate it when I am right.
So I got the first phone call of the year. Damn it all to hell.
The issue today?
Writing. The same freaking issue as ever. They take a small issue and fertilize it until it grows into a heaping pile of shit. Now I understand that he must learn how to write. I get that. But I also know that one has to pick and choose ones battle. This should never make it to the huge issue it has become.
So on Monday like I had originally planned, I will have to call the school and get the ball rolling for an IEP, so they don't punish my child for being ill. Sigh.
I was so hoping to avoid all of this shit, but alas it seems to be my fate to be constantly bombarded by big huge helpings of smelly unavoidable shit.
I am not happy.