When Things Keep Building Up, You Eventually Explode

Sit back and relax (or not ) because this is gonna be long.

If you have issues with the F word…back out now.

I absolutely LOVE my youngest child’s 1st grade teacher. She is the sweetest person and the kids love her. She’s firm with them (she’ll get their attention fast! LOL) and she’s fun, so my child has learned a lot with her this year. (last year’s teacher was awesome too)

My oldest started middle school this year and it’s been okay. The principal? LOVE him! The Vice Principal? LOVE her! The secretary? LOVE her too! LOL

But (you knew that was coming), I do have an “issue” that I’ve held my tongue about.

The pediatrician I take my kids to wrote a note for my oldest child stating that any time she asks to go to the restroom, they are to let her go because it is easy for her to end up with a UTI if she holds it for any length of time. Does that mean she gets one every time she “holds it”? No. It just mean that she’s had several, therefore we try everything we can to keep her from getting one. This note was put in her file at the previous school for her 4th and 5th grade years and she did another one this year for her file in middle school.

After losing my mom 2 months ago, any kind of UTI, bladder, whatever infection makes me very uneasy. My mom had a kidney infection that went septic before she died. Mama always had trouble with UTI’s. My niece (she’s 30) and now my child have the same issues as Mama.

Anyway, the point is, she has a doctor’s note in her file for this. She has told me a few times this school year that the teacher (not the same one every time) wouldn’t let her go to the restroom. Told her to hold it until after class. I didn’t say anything, just waited to make sure no infection popped up as a result. She got lucky, no infection, therefore I kept my mouth shut.

Yesterday I picked her up and on the way home we were talking and she said she asked the teacher in her last period class if she could go to the restroom and the teacher asked her if it was worth getting a check for.

Uhhhh ?

Let me explain. If a child gets three checks (check-mark) in one week, they get detention. I was unaware until yesterday that they gave checks for going to the restroom. I understand that there are kids that abuse this, but 1. My child has a friggin’ doctor’s excuse and 2. If she is one of them that abuse this then WHY not tell me at the parent/teacher conference??? EVERY teacher told me — “She’s great. I wish I had a classroom full of kids like her.”

So, again I say, ???

A little back story for my next rant…

I have acid reflux. I’ve always had a “bad stomach”. I get nervous/upset and I’m instantly sick and my stomach is on fire. My father in law had stomach issues too. He had acid reflux and ulcers.

My oldest child has been complaining off and on about her stomach this year. It’s usually after eating something spicy, so I just cut out the spicy food for her. We had a situation this morning that made my stomach burn too. I was so friggin’ mad that I thought my head would explode.

I took my kids to school. I came home and as soon as I sat down, the phone started ringing. I answered and it was my oldest child. She was crying and saying her stomach hurt…could I come get her? I said “Sure” and grabbed my keys. On the way to the school, I kept trying to figure out what had happened in that short amount of time because she was FINE when I dropped her off at school. She was actually excited because today was the day she had to turn in her Time Line project she did for Reading class. I figured it had to be pretty bad since she’s never called me to come and get her like that.

Now I’m gonna stray off of that for a second and say she worked her ass off on this time line. I read the paper the teacher sent home last Friday, laid it on my desk and that’s where it stayed. Tuesday of this week, she researched stuff and printed off pictures and everything for a few hours. Yesterday her dad got her a poster board and last night she glued all her pictures and information on there. It was good work and I am so proud of her for her hard work.

Anyway, I go in the school and get her. When she comes to the office, she was holding her poster board and I asked if she wanted to turn that in before we leave. Her eyes get big and she shakes her head No. That’s odd. We walk outside and I start asking her what happened. I knew something HAD to happen since she was fine when I dropped her off earlier. She gets REALLY upset then, holding her stomach and crying so hard I can’t understand her. I tell her to calm down, we get in the vehicle and go home.

When we get here, she’s calmed down enough to tell me what happened. It seems we (yes, me too) screwed up on the dates on the time line project. She did the 1860’s, but she was supposed to do 1960’s. I said “Ok. That’s no biggie. I’ll get another board, you do the right time and turn it in Monday. WHY would you get so upset over that???”.

Apparently one of her friends told her she did the wrong time. My daughter goes to find the reading teacher and explained to her that she did the wrong time and could she turn that in and it be ok. The teacher tells her, “NO, that is NOT ok!”

That was bad enough, but then my daughter tells me she got scared after that and her stomach started burning because she was afraid she’d get a check for not doing the right time since the teacher just told her no, it’s not ok.

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A check??? Are you fucking kidding me??? So not only do you get a bad grade for not doing the right assignment, but you also get a fucking CHECK too???!!!!

And the weird thought that goes through my head at a time like this? If they treat a kid, that they’d “love to have a room full” of, like this, then how in the hell do they treat the kids that cause them problems???

So. I’ve got a doctor’s appointment for her Monday morning. We’re gonna get some tests done to see what is wrong with her stomach. And then I’m taking her to school (so she doesn’t miss the whole day) and I’m having a talk with the principal and hopefully the teacher too.

A check. -ever.