Oh God

The church office finally called. The woman on the phone was the exact person I was trying avoid speaking with about my problems, as I am highly uncomfortable with her, but it would have been a teensy bit awkward telling her that, so I put on my big girl pants and let it go. They have found Erik an aide for church services. The woman from the office and the volunteer will be meeting with us tomorrow morning at 9 a.m.

This whole process seems awfully difficult and stressful, and I want to just tell them to forget it, but I finally have results and could assist another family like ours by simply not going away. I'm very good at not going away. A quitter I am not.

It's worth a shot, anyway.

Today did not go especially well in general. Erik officially hates school and tells me he is not going the entire drive there. When we arrived, the street was so slick that at one point Erik was moving without actually moving his feet. He looked up at me, confused. By the time we made it to the front of the school, we had a panel of judges (teachers, aides, and bus drivers) critiquing our skating techniques. Erik apparently soaked his jeans around his diaper somehow at school, as he came home in his spare ones with urine-soaked britches in a plastic baggie in his backpack. I haven't begun toilet training, as he tells me no every time I bring it up, like everything else I suggest. We warred over lunch, naptime, not pounding on my computer keyboard, etc. I was a punching bag once again. He did sleep long enough that I got my work done so I won't have to work this evening. My head is pounding.

It might be a good idea to send me good vibes, say a prayer, or chant something appropriate in my honor tomorrow. I really would like to avoid making a complete ass of myself, smacking someone with the Old Testament, or, heaven forbid, crying in front of these women. I really, really don't want to cry.