....NOTTTTTTTTTTTTT good news in this situation. I'm waiting and waiting to hear back from either of the schools I interviewed with last week. I sent follow-up emails to both principals, thanking them for the opportunity to meet with them and expressing my gratitude for being considered, as well as remarking that I would love to be part of their team. So far, I've gotten nothing from either one.
Nordale's principal said that he would be emailing all the applicants while he is out of town to let them know whether they've been chosen. He was interviewing 7 people for the position I want. The interview went SO well, I was feeling VERY confident when I left the school... now I'm losing faith. I know he's out of town and all, but I would really just like to know whether or not I was chosen. I'm sure everyone else who applied is anxiously waiting to hear back, as well.
TBrown didn't mention whether they would be emailing or calling people, but I've been keeping my phone charged and close at hand in case they call. I'm answering any and all local numbers.
I had another hiccup with my licensing application- frigging ridiculous... apparently, the transcripts I sent them (which had to be in a sealed envelope from the university) were the wrong ones. Well, if I had been allowed to OPEN the envelope, I may have known that.... anyways, I had to send off another SEALED copy from the U, which I just so happened to have. I had to send them priority mail for $6. UGH! Anyways, they arrived this morning and I called to let them know that the envelope had been delivered and they needed to pull it from today's incoming mail and put it with my current application, which has been placed on "hold," awaiting the new copy of the transcripts. The gentleman I spoke with tried to brush me off but I made him go get the envelope right then and put it with my application. Because I don't have time for this shit.
Anywho. That should get done soon, then. I can check the website tomorrow to see if I was approved (there's no reason why I wouldn't be...) and then I should get my "yellow card" in the mail confirming that I was approved and my license is being printed and registered. Then it shows up in the mail some day. In theory. I'll believe it when I see it.
I'm feeling really, really grumpy today. Milo's meds aren't working for him, and his Dr said to keep giving them to him for the next two weeks until his follow up appointment, when they will be able to take his blood pressure and change his dosage. I am not stoked about this, because I might kill him before then, and because the meds aren't working, and they completely kill his appetite. So he's not eating, losing weight, and still a horrible monster. sigh
Sometimes I feel really good about Milo's progress, but then everything comes to a screeching halt. He does really well on any given med for about 3 weeks, and then it stops working. It's really not cool, and I have no idea how to handle that, because the Dr who he sees is a traveling clinic from Wasilla, like 6 or 7 hours away from here. So I can't just take him in when it wears off, we have to wait until he comes back into town for 3 days each month. I told him at our appointment on the 14th that I thought the effectiveness had worn off, and he brushed that off. It still isn't working at all. Gee, imagine that. :-|
It's been a long day. Milo has been screaming and having melt downs over EVERYTHING. I took all the kids (we have 5 today) to the UAF botanical gardens to run around and play at the Children's Garden, which has cool waterfalls and ponds and treehouses and things. It was lovely when Milo wasn't screaming or crying. sigh It is impossible to take him anywhere when he's like this. And now we are just going to have to stick it out for two more weeks.
He also had a complete freaking fit in the car the whole way home because I was on the phone (which his Dr in Wasilla, actually! HA!) and he wanted to hold my hand. Then when I got off the phone and held his hand, he moved all of my fingers around to exactly where he wanted them, growling and whining about how they were "wrong." So annoying. Then we got home and he completely lost his shit because he didn't want to have lunch, he wanted a fudgesicle. I told him he could simply NOT have a fudgesicle for lunch, and that if he wanted to have a popsicle, he would have to eat lunch first. Cue hysteria. For like an hour. AWESOME. ~Me
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