This has been a week of restraint and wild optimism, of putting on my big girls pants instead of using my Voice of Fury, of trying to let an "official process" happen. I have resisted the urge to Smash Like Hulk when confronted with severe ineptitude in my daughter's school. I could feel myself inflating and turning green, but I practiced lots of deep breathing, until the haze lifted. I am going to write a strongly worded letter to express myself. (Martha Stewart once sent me flowers after one of my strongly worded letters....*) And then.. and then... I am going to be patient and wait and see.
(*Okay, it wasn't Martha herself, it was her catalogue company, and the flowers were sent to my mother, but I did get a personal phone call from the vice president of operations.. and 2 dozen long stem roses aren't something to sneeze at... unless you have allergies.)