The Big Bad Annual Meeting [cue scary music]

It's that time of year for the annual meeting.  Our meeting is Friday.  And there is a lot at stake.        

I know, I've said it before.  But I'm learning that with every meeting - there is always going to be something on the line.  Last year, I thought the Turning 5 meeting was The Big One.  (That meeting was pretty hilarious.  I can laugh about it...now.) 

But this one that's coming up?  This is the big one.  The one that could make us or break us.

I am the kind of person who believes that people will do the right thing - especially when children are involved. 

I want to believe that the powers that be, will do the right thing by The Boy.

We will see.

   

I Asked. He Answered.

Me:  What's wrong?  Are you okay?


The Boy:  I have a boogie in my nose.

Me: You do!  Well then, here's a tissue for that boogie. 

I hand The Boy a tissue.  Too late.  He already used his finger.  I look over at The Husband and we burst out laughing.  

We call this: PROGRESS!

Priority Seating: Not All Disabilities Are Visable

On June 15th, 2009 the MTA kicked off it's Priority Seating Campaign .  And since then, we've all seen the signs on the buses and trains.  It's been almost two years since the campaign.  How many times have you given up your seat?  How many times have you seen others offer their seat to someone?  

Taking the bus with The Boy is fine so long as we get a seat.  Last Wednesday while taking the bus to the sensory gym, it was especially crowded and we had no choice but to stand in the front.  I had my big bag, The Boy's book bag and I had to keep reminding The Boy to hold on.  There were three young girls sitting in the priority seating.  Oblivious.  I looked around - there were a few elderly people standing too. 

The bus route up to Riverdale takes a lot of twists and turns, up and down hills.  And losing my balance is easy.  So I need to hold on to the rail and keep one hand on The Boy who has difficulty balancing his body.  

Though I admit, I let him step on the young girls feet more than once without apologizing.  She should have offered her seat. Not for The Boy - I would have let the elderly woman take it before letting The Boy sit down. Because that's how I was raised.

When The Boy was finally able to sit. I made him get up again - 2 stops later - for an elderly woman carrying her groceries. There were still a few teenagers sitting in the priority seats.  I let The Boy step on their feet too.

It amazes me that men, women, teenagers ignore the elderly.  Pregnant women. The disabled.  Mothers struggling to balance babies and folded baby carriages.  How people lack common courtesy.

I should have said something.

Next time I will.  And if you see something - say something too.       


      
     

6 Times a Charm?

Okay - so just got an email from SEIT #5, there's been a change in his schedule and a new SEIT will need to be assigned after the Spring Break.  But hey!  At least I got an email from SEIT #5 and not a text.

It will be the 6th SEIT walking into our home since January 2011.

I am so tired of this.  CPSE SUCKS!  Like big time.  And I am sure The Boy will totally be in WTF mode when he sees the new SEIT.  Considering he's still asking for the last 3.

I am hoping that SEIT #6 will be better than SEIT #s 2, 4 & 5.

But I ain't placing any bets.