When I don't post I start getting phone calls. From my best friend, Laurae (HI:) to my Mom, they want to know why I haven't posted anything. Well, my mind has been consumed with Max's school situation. Almost totally non-food allergy related. We've been talking and pondering and worrying and crying (okay David isn't crying, that's my job). And today we finally did it. The correct people were notified in the correct ways and I went to the Catholic school in question and gathered his things. Max is upset. I am upset. Even Max's teacher, the non-warm fuzzy one, was distraught and actually hugged me!
We know this is the right thing for Max. The school and us just didn't "fit" and it wasn't going to get any better. I just couldn't figure out what was bothering me so much about the whole process and the other day it hit me. I was breaking up with a school! The relationship had faltered. I'd had such high hope that this was the one! Then things soured and I had to call it quits. I had to break up with the teacher, the principal, the woman who runs volunteers for lunch duty and the woman who runs volunteers for "Littlest Angels" as well as the school nurse. I have always sucked at breaking up with people! "It's not you, it's me." "Yes, we can still be friends, see you at mass." What makes it worse is I don't have a back-up boyfriend (school) completely lined up. Worst case scenario is Max is home with me for the next week and a half.
So this is the only food allergy component. When I went to break up with the school nurse (who also hugged me and whom I really do like), she couldn't find Max's Epi-pen! I actually left without it.