Call me Mother of the Year.
At the end of a week that looks suspiciously like the roller coasters I'm doing my best to avoid, we finally have some good news. Peanut behaved wonderfully for his teachers today- no temper tantrums, no hitting, no time outs. And we've had a call from a specialist regarding Boy Wonder's Asperger treatment.
Those who know me by a different name know that I haven't had the best experience with doctors thus far. In fact, I ended up (politely, thank you) pointing out one psychologist's lack of communication to the point that she drove fifty miles out of her way to make things up to me. Therefore, I wasn't surprised to make calls yesterday and get a wrong department, hung up on, and finally, the right person's voice mail. I was, however, shocked to receive a call today from the doctor requesting my time for intake and getting Peanut set up for further evaluation. After only one day. I'm kind of in shock here. Kind of.
So I've been given a date and time to be at my phone and have Peanut otherwise occupied. Shouldn't be a problem. I know mostly what's going to be asked, and we can go from there. I'm rejoicing. And bundling up, because with good behavior comes a bike ride.
Call me Mother of the Year.
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