Well today was my check up. All was going well until I walked into the office. All of a sudden I really didn't want to be there and had Vern not dropped me off so he could run and get him and the boy something to eat I prolly would have never showed up. I have no idea why. I checked in and my BP was high ... they didn't say anything but, from when I was pregnant it was way lower than it was today. Apparently still in normal range. I've not gained or lost any weight since last Monday when I went to the other appt. I had to fill out all the postpartum paper work and a depression questionnaire. Then waited for a freaking long ass time. After that she came in the room and I started to cry. Seriously I have no idea why. Oh wait cause I am having issues! She asks how I'm doing and handling having a new member to our family. All that sort of stuff. Then we start talking about me maybe having PPD and getting something to treat it. We decided that I will be put on Zoloft because I'm still breastfeeding. I have the number to the psychiatric clinic and am waiting for them to call me back so that we can reassess the mg that she started me on. Hopefully they will call in the morning. I also really hope that this medicine works and I'll stop being a emotionalmoodswingin'bitch. : )
Today Kaitlynn brought home a freaking paper that says we owe the school 33.00 for lunch. Can you believe this shit. I got the letter in the mail that Thomas will receive free lunch. So I assumed that she would too because, his name was on her lunch from! Yeah, we never got a letter about her and the chick didn't answer. (this didn't help my day at all) Sooo I refuse to send any money because I know that she should get free lunch like Thomas. Last year he got reduced, and now that she is in school and we have Oodie, we qualify for it. And I'm not going to pay this crap.
Thomas did his homework pretty good today. Minimal complaint. I looked at his behavior chart though and he got a sticker in his first class and a "G" in the PM. "G" means that he needed to be reminded that they should not be playing outside of the class room. So I am assuming that he was playing around while he was on his way somewhere and had to be reminded the three times that they are before you get a colored stick. He gets pissed off because I want him to learn for this stuff and he wasn't allowed outside today. We'll see how he does tomorrow. He's allowed to play his beloved games but, he's up my butt for everything every five minutes. Time to get them in the shower and all that funky stuff. : )
