If the kids don't, for some reason, get into summer school this year, it is NOT the end of the world. Yes it will suck, but life as we know it won't come to a screeching halt.
Guilt, in this case, is useless. I am working part time, taking care of the kids, filling out reams of paperwork to transfer them to a new school district, getting them their yearly medical check-ups, trying to get dental appointments with a dentist who knows how to treat autistic kids, packing, cleaning, transferring stuff, buying end-of-the-year gifts, going to variety shows and graduation ceremonies, and STILL taking care of the everyday crap like laundry, dishes, and food.
Hope for the best and work towards it, all the while ignoring the haters and ignorant, childish imbeciles who never matured past the age of 5, even though they are in adult bodies. It's all I or anyone can do.
It's OK to actually TAKE the anti-anxiety meds my doctor prescribed for me. They will, in fact, work.
The move WILL get done. All will be well. This is happening for a reason.
I can fight to keep WG in her current school, if need be. But maybe, just maybe, I won't HAVE to.
Just when I think I'm going to explode, something happens like LG's teacher telling me she's going to GIVE us her pool!!!!!
Finally, my friend's dad passed away Monday night. She and I have known each other since we were 4 years old. I think I spent at least as much time at their house as at my own. Her father kind of helped raise me. I'll miss him terribly.
Rest in peace, Bill. Maybe you and my dad can have a few celestial beers and reminisce.