The Po Show

Happy Birthday to Me

It's true that as I get older, I care less and less about my birthday (other than being increasingly aghast at how HIGH the number keeps getting!). I used to care oh so deeply about my birthday, it was embarrassing.

But really, I could have done without the birthday anxiety of having to go to an interview at a private school for Matthew this afternoon. Where no one knew we were coming. And the woman in admissions who scheduled the appointment is on vacation till July 14. So it was a good 45 minutes of sitting around before the very nice Clinical Director got out of a meeting and was able to talk to us. It was obviously difficult for him to do so, though, since he hadn't seen Matthew's file yet. Again, we just can't seem to catch a break in this whole process. It went okay, though Matthew was all nervous and wouldn't talk at first. He agreed to go on a tour of the school (which is absolutely gorgeous, on a hillside in the midst of an old apple orchard). Until the director made a few last comments about the school, including the fact that it's a 12 month program. Yes, that's right, no real summer vacation. Matthew didn't say anything at first, but he got very upset when we were getting up to go on the tour. I immediately knew why, though I didn't say anything. We abruptly had a slamming about in his chair, hitting himself in the head, swinging his arms tantrum on our hands. Ugh.

Okay, so maybe he does need a therapeutic program. And this seems like a good one. So we'll see. We have an interview at another school on Monday.

But it really wasn't the way I would have chosen to spend my 42nd birthday.