Friday, September 09th, 2011 | Author:

Except it’s 5AM, I’m not drunk, (or all alone) and I just need sleep now.

New meds = initial insomnia.  And I have to work tomorrow.  Yay.

How about some random insomniac ramblings? Okay? Okay.

  • My hair is falling out.  In clumps.  Doc has run a bunch of bloodwork, haven’t heard back yet, but he suspects it’s stress-related.  If so, it’s reversible.  Which is good.
  • My animals love me.  So much so that they have to sleep pretty much ON me, which makes it difficult for me to get a good night’s sleep.  I have to change this pattern.  Somehow.
  • Dear BlogHer:  You sent me a check a few months ago.  My husband dropped it in the toilet.  So when your accounting department is all verklempt about my $50 check not being cashed, you can refer them back to this post.  (Yes, I know checks can be reissued, but I just can’t bring myself to make that call.)
  • TheKidlet’s bus driver – for the THIRD YEAR IN A ROW – is starting off the school year proving that she should not be a bus driver.  She has no aptitude for controlling, or even dealing nicely with, groups of children.
    • The first year, she:
      • had a keychain with profanity on it
      • used her brakes as a method of discipline (children talking, forcibly applied brakes, children flying into the seat in front of them, children stunned into silence)
        • Yes, I had a little girl fit over this one
      • yelled at the children, repeatedly
      • would not let them talk on the bus for an entire week (until complaints were made and she was forced to)
      • threatened the kids with written homework if they talked while “silent bus” was invoked
    • All of that up there? Within the first SIX days of school.
    • Year 2 was just silent bus and yelling at the kids.
    • This year, the bus has come 25 minutes earlier than the posted arrival time, every single morning.
      • There are a whopping THREE bus stops in my neighborhood that this bus has to pick up.  All within a block of each other.
      • They added a daycare to the route – our neighborhood kids are picked up FIRST and dropped off LAST.
      • This keeps them on the bus for 30 mins.
        • Each way.
      • Her school is exactly 2 miles from her bus stop.
        • TWO MILES.
      • She gets home 45 minutes after school lets out.
        • TWO MILES.
      • I take her to school in the mornings because spending 45 minutes on a bus first thing in the morning is absurd.  When I can drive there in four minutes, with dropoff complete in 7 minutes?  But I am out of town a lot, and can’t always be there to pick her up from school.  So sometimes she has to ride the bus in the mornings, and almost always rides it home.
      • Oh, there has been no notification sent home to the parents about the “new” arrival time of the bus.  I have inundated the assistant principal about the school district’s (read: her) complete failure in the communication department.  I have included, in each email, the question of why they are picked up first and dropped off last, as in why are the daycare kids getting preferential treatment at the expense of my neighbhorhood’s children?  I’ve yet to get a response to that question, although she is baffled why the wrong bus times were sent home from open house.
        • I am 99% certain that the answer has to do with money and that my kid’s school sold her out.
        • I am 100% certain that they don’t want to admit that to me and they don’t even know how ballistic I will go.
    • Whew!  I’m tired from typing all of that.
      • But not sleepy.
  • DaHubby is snoring.  I kind of want to strangle him.
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