People. People who need people are the luckiest people in the world...
Posted Oct 02 2008 3:15pm
Somehow, I have turned into the EI coordinator for all the therapists who were supposed to come over this morning. We HAVE a coordinator, but she does precious little...coordinating. I'm sure it's difficult to get three different therapists to come over at the same time, along with scheduling yourself and the family. I know this because I am the one who has been left to the task on several occasions. Actually, the therapists and the family (Hi. That's us.) are peachy on the process...it's the coordinator who can never seem to make it happen.
So now we are in the midst of a snowstorm, our 1-year (at 14 months) meeting is supposed to happen at 10am, but we're now two therapists out, no word from the EI coordinator, and another therapist I can't get in touch with. Half of them are coming at 3 because the coordinator DID take it upon herself to reschedule half of them, but there's no point to that meeting if they can't all make it...or worse, if they don't know it exists, like I didn't, until our PT who's awesome, but who's son is sick and won't be able to make it, called me.
Follow that? God love you if you can.
I don't know if I ever told you this, but if there's one thing I despise, it's having people over to the house. Not friends, not family. But you know, cable guys and the like. Someone else was just talking about this on a blog...who was it? Princess Nebraska, was it you? (Shout out.) But I am in the same boat. I've become a little more used to the therapists. At least I know them now, at least they are interacting with us and not just quietly working around us on wires and stuff. This is probably partly to blame for my terrible mood in the last couple weeks, we had an electrician in several days on and off all day long while they worked on the store downstairs and it just keeps me on edge. Not to mention, I woke up to a leaky tub and a note from Alex who is already at work asking me to call the landlady. More people in the house. Ugh!