The Other Shoe

I had it all figured out, or so I thought and then, like usual, the other shoe dropped.

I’ve mentioned many times that having special needs kids requires a lot of appointments.  It’s one of the reasons I began working in schools. I decided if they didn’t understand the time off required for appointments, who else would?  It’s worked well for me, especially at my current school because we get many Fridays off. I try diligently to make appointments for Fridays.  Many times, it doesn’t work though as a lot of medical people take Friday’s off!

You pretty much all know I’m not a city driver so obviously, I try to keep all appointments OUT of the metro area. It hasn’t been a problem.  Until now.

The girl had an appointment regarding her lip-edema today.  The doctor wants to run a couple of tests on her.  Apparently, there’s only one place that offers one of the tests.  Yes, you guessed it, it’s in Minneapolis.  I’m not happy about it but I will figure out a way to get there (Uber, perhaps).

The other half of the problem has me stumped right now.  I need to take the girl to therapy two to three times a week.  That seemed doable until I was told the therapists leave at 2:30 p.m. everyday.  The girl and I both get home from our jobs around 3:15 p.m.  I did the math.  I’d have to take a half a day off of work, drive about 25 minutes to pick the girl up from her job then another 20 minutes or so to her appointment, two to three times a week!  I’m going to have to get very creative here as I am out of PTO and can’t leave “my” kids at school for that long.  My boss and work are very understanding but this would put a strain on my pocketbook and on my fellow co-workers, and I just can’t do that.

Parenting takes a lot of creativity.  It takes a lot of ‘fly by the seat of your pants’ mentality.  I’ve managed to do both over the last several years.  I’m not sure how I’m going to swing this one but I’ll have to come up with something.

I had to assure the girl this isn’t her fault and that I am not angry at her when a few tears trickled down my cheek.  I had to try to make her understand what stress is.  Something she shouldnot have to worry about.

My goal?  To figure this out and to teach the girl that there is always a solution!  Sometimes, we just have to look a little harder to find it.

I know you all have problems too.  Hopefully, your solutions will be many and easy!

Shine On!


Author: jillymaddy

I'm a 50's something single mom of two special needs kids that I adore to the moon and back. This is my story of our highs and lows.

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