I don't like Mondays

Today started with anxiety riddled butterflies in my stomach, and has somehow managed to go downhill.

Mondays suck. Today more than most.

It's the first day of school for my son; he's started 6th grade this year. We moved this summer so this is his first time in a Texas school, and the first time in 2 years in a mainstream school. We have not had good luck with schools.

When he started school in New Zealand when he was 5, the principal was an evil man. No really. We were going through testing to see what was going on with my son because he wasn't like the other children, and it was decided he is on the autism spectrum. The principal said it was a speech impediment brought on by listening to his American mother and I should just really stop talking and focus on the housework so that I would stop destroying my son. Yes, he really said that, nearly word for word, to my face. He almost died. It was when I went to pick my son up after school one day and found the principal chasing him around the playground with a bit of wood threatening to hit him that I said enough is enough and moved to a different school.

They were better, and much more equipped to deal with difficult children.

We moved back to the States a few years later, so when my son began 4th grade, we were in Southern California. We told the school everything we'd been through. We gave them copies of the tests and his school records from New Zealand. They did their own assessments. And then put him in a classroom where he lasted a total of 45 minutes before chaos erupted. Blood was shed. He was suspended, put through an amazing array of assessments, 5150'd and dragged to an institution in hand cuffs where they couldn't hold him because he was too young (he was only 9!), and enrolled in a special school with one-on-one support. He did ok there, but since it was a school for troubled youths and special need individuals, his education was not to the level I was happy with and it was always a bit stressful.

Now he's back in mainstream school. I've been terrified. But, it's been 5 hours since I dropped him off, and we haven't gotten a phone call yet. That's a good sign!

Normally, however, Mondays are not my favorite days. My Mondays are grocery shopping days. I hate grocery shopping with a passion. Actually, I'm not fond of shopping in general, but groceries are the absolute worst. I don't know why exactly, it's just the way it is.

So I really didn't need the text message from Sprint as I left Costco notifying me that they are going to disconnect my service unless I pay them. The thing is: our account is $200 in credit! Steve called them last week when they sent a past due notice and they said, "Oh, sorry about that! Our system must have had an error, I'll take care of that right away!" Turns out she didn't take care of it, and they were going to disconnect us! Even worse, it turns out that their system was taking the money for payment, but not allocating it properly. So, we only saw the $0 balance due, $190 credit, they saw $40 past due. And for $40 past due that wasn't past due they threatened to disconnect service and turn a collections agent on us!

As soon as our contract is up, we're changing phone companies.

With all of this, One Thing is a bit hard to find. It's strange because I don't feel particularly depressed right now. Anxious, yes. Pissed off, yes. Depressed, not really.

I do have a partial box of See's chocolates to partake of, and a bag of M&M's though. So yeah. Chocolate. Chocolate is always a good thing!