***Update/Prologue/Maybe It's an Epilogue Since I Wrote It Last***(Kimberly at All Work And No Play Make Mommy Go Something Something suggested that I link this up to her Secret Mommyhood Confession Saturday. And so I am. Because one does not dismiss a suggestion from such an illustrious lady. That would be like turning down a cup of tea with the Queen of England. Queen of Canada?)
Today I took young Master Skeletor to a psychological evaluation at the hands of the State in order to see if he qualifies for SSI. (SSI means Social Security something that starts with I, for those of you who are just not as informed as I am.) As I'm unable to work full time hours while simultaneously preventing my son from laying waste to entire cityscapes, this extra cashflow each month would be greatly appreciated. And thus ends the portion of this post where I attempt to justify my family's suckling at the government's teat. Or suckling attempts. Attempted suckling. Whatever, point being is we went to a doctor's appointment today where, unlike any other place or time, we kind of wanted our child to be on his worst behavior. Maybe that's putting it wrong. More autistic-y? Ugh, now I've probably offended. We wanted the full scope of his condition to be shown so that the doctor could make an informed decision about our child's need for SSI. (Whew, finally spit it out.) The evaluation went very well, but during the course of the appointment, I grew very confused. The doctor was giving Skeletor all sorts of tests and other official thingamabobs, and the kid was blowing them out of the water. The doctor paused mid-question to inform me that "he's sharp!" Which placed me in such a strange predicament. There I was being all super proud of my clearly genetically enhanced child, while at the same time hoping that my son's performance on this test wouldn't negate his receiving the SSI benefits that we so desperately need. Now I feel all guilty. And dirty. I'm going to go take a shower, and try to wash off my shame.
|Please, sir, may I have some more? (This is how I felt today.)|