The saga of Chica Marie’s education continues. Yesterday we
attended the kindergarten orientation, just like all the other kindergarten
children in our school. Sadly, it was just a reminder of what Chica Marie was
not going to be doing. I was able to take her to her temporary classroom and
introduce her to her temporary teacher. I can only hope that helps her
adjustment, as fleeting as it may be.
This morning her mobile therapist was waiting for us at the
school while the students waiting in the van were sorted into their respective
classrooms. Love Bug was clinging to Chica Marie, holding her hand and waiting
impatiently along with her. He howled when I tore him away from her and she
went into the school building for her first full day of school. Chica Marie had
been acting up in small ways yesterday, both at daycare and at home. I’m hoping
having a familiar face in the classroom will help ease her into things.
There have been a flurry of emails between the mobile
therapist and the county case worker regarding what is needed for our meeting
on Thursday. The county case worker is not really understanding what is needed
for this meeting and keeps demanding some form to be signed by either a judge
or bio mom. The reality is, this meeting is the form, meaning we need someone
to provide consent for a TSS worker to enter the school for the allotted hours
that will be determined at the meeting. The back and forth is maddening as each
side makes demands of the other. I forwarded the exchange to the CHOR case
worker, in hopes that she might be able to help translate what is needed by the
mobile therapist to the county case worker. She sent an email to us all. More. emails.
Ermagwad!
Meanwhile, poor Chica Marie is stuck in a classroom that
really isn’t entirely appropriate for her while she waits for the grown-ups to
sort this mess out and get her the education she deserves. I need a stronger
word than frustrated because that is how I feel.
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