If it’s not one thing, it’s something else

“Gubby” woke up, when T. got out of bed this morning, at 5:30. He had to be walked back to bed, and he refused to go back to sleep. I felt soooooo tired when I had to get up an hour later. Why oh why did I sit up to see what the Book Depository was offering, on their 50 books during 25 hours sale? I don’t need any more books! I guess, I keep on hoping that one of my wish list books, will come up dirt cheap, on one of these sales at the Book Depository?

And why oh why, did I sit up to watch “Navy CIS”? Someone had got on to a big aircraft carrier with anthrax, so I just had to see who the murderer was and the “terrorist”? (“Agent Afloat” episode) “Tony DiNozzo”, I guess, was being punished for something and sent to sea for 4 months? I realised that I must have missed a season or something? But it was about time that they place Navy CIS at sea, in my view. Fascinating to find out that 5000 people fit on one of those carriers. Or is it plain scary? Think if it sinks!

Staying up till midnight was a stupid thing to do though, when there was no chance of a nap today. My thyroid being the way it is, I need my naps and to go to bed early. But I did not, so when I showed up at school at 14:00, my brain was rather slow. “Gubby” was fast asleep in his seat on the second row, and “Boo’s” assistant came out without “Boo”. She did not know where he was and said that he has been wild these three days and she doesn’t know why and what to do. Had I noticed a difference? Anything happened? No, I have not noticed anything different, nor has anything happened at home. But he has a tough time on Mondays and yesterday his teacher had the day off because of family problems. Yesterday, “Boo” had a tough time since this bully in his class got the other boys ganged up against “Boo”, and they all threw his pirate hat and sword over the school fence and also dug down his boots in the sandbox. I would get very upset if that happened to me! By this time, this girl from “Kitty’s” class walked up to the car and said “Boo” had hit a girl in their class. “Boo” by now had got outside and was running around by some other children, and his assistant turns to the girl and says “well, he is not right in his head!”. Sorry, but I have a difficult time getting over those words. A grown up standing saying that to a pupil, at the school. Someone who is not an educated teacher no, but still a person working at the school so the pupils see her as a teacher. If she says that about “Boo”, then the pupils will think it is alright for them to throw that in “Boo’s” face of course. He has not been tested for ADHD yet, nor Autism, so to even insinuated that something is wrong, is outright rude. And driving home I started to think: He is not right in his head, is he? Perhaps he has a brain damage? But that means he can not help many of his actions. But what about the children in his class who took his things yesterday and threw them outside the school area and who dug down his boots? They are right in their heads are they? They who are supposedly normal and ought to know better, but still decide to act in the manner they do? In my world, they are the ones that are not right in their heads.

It makes me so sad though, to have to hear all these bad news every single day. And she told him that he has behaved so poorly that perhaps he will not be allowed to go with to the swimming pool tomorrow. They have gym there, swimming, so it is obligatory really and he needs to learn how to swim properly. It’s not a play thing he will be missing, like when he was not allowed to go with to the theatre before the sports’ holiday, having behaved poorly in the Cathedral, the day before, when they had practical math there. This would be a lesson he would miss out on. My thoughts were not happy ones driving home, even though we had something to look forward to at home. I stopped on the way, fetching a package which contained our photo book, of our zoo and Legoland trip. “Gubby” sat down with it right away and the rest of us gathered around to look. And like I had not had enough of sadness today: Four pages had serious mistakes on them. One page had a big white Empire State building placed all over Daniel’s face. Another one had a big white  icicle hanging down over a photo of “Gubby” and me, in the safari cars, him being hidden under the white. Then on yet a third page, was the Empire State building again, now with Daniel’s face in it, but on top of another photo. And likewise, the icicle with “Gubby’s” face appeared on a fourth page, on top of another photo. It meant finding the phone number to the company that made it, phoning customer service, trying to explain that I can’t accept this book the way it looks and trying to describe something the lady did not understand. Finally she tells me that I have to take photos of the pages and send them in to them, via e-mail. I did not think I would know how to, but “shame the person who gives up”, as the saying goes here in Sweden. I did it and now have to wait 24 hours for the verdict. Will they give me a new book or wiggle out of it and say it was my own fault? Like a printing error can be my fault?

The rest of the book was lovely though. I tried to take a photo to show here, of my giraffe spread. It came out blurry on the photo but not in the book. I could have made pages and pages on the lovely giraffes, but I could not do that to my poor family, who doesn’t love them as much as I do! So I picked my favourite photos of them. One thing I have learned from this third attempt of making a photo book over the net is: Do not have a book sent directly to a family member, unless that person is of sound mind and can sort out the mistake by themselves! Had I had this book sent to my mum, she would not have known what to do about the mistakes, anymore. Even though it becomes more expensive, you have to get it sent home to you, to check it over, before giving it away as a gift. What a hassle. Modern technology is after all not as perfect as it is cut out to be?!