DH got a letter from the school that they wanted a meeting to discuss SS7 starting speech therapy. They sent it home on a day SS went to BM's so she saw it and called DH about it and said she wasn't sure if she could make it.

DH is CP and I'm very involved in the skids' schooling. I asked if he wanted me to go and he said sure if I wanted to. So I planned on going, just because I might think of questions DH wouldn't while there. It was first thing last Thursday morning. I meet DH there and we walk in and there's BM standing outside the office. She looked like a construction worker who just got out of bed - faded jeans, t-shirt under jean shirt and construction looking boots with wet stringy hair that she's changed from blond to blond with awful orange highlights. I was dressed for work, heels, slacks, hair and makeup done. I was kind of embarrassed for her. Teachers always look so put together that I try to look halfway decent anytime there's a school meeting.

DH and I go to walk into the office and the principal is just coming out. He says "hey" and addresses me by first name and I respond the same. Though I don't work for the school system, I know all of the adminstrators from my job.

We go to the meeting and sit down. The therapist introduces herself and BM immediately goes, "I'm SS's mom." She doesn't give the lady her name or anything. She just had to get that out there. DH and I shake her hand and tell her our names.

It was the most uncomfortable 15 minutes of my life. Sitting next to BM, along with SS's teacher and the principal while this lady told us nothing new really about the problem, just what the course of action would be, how many days a week and when. Then we have to sign stuff. She passes stuff to me to sign and the first thing she hands me I just sign it without really thinking, then after that I passed the forms along and said you don't really need my signature.

Then when we're done and walking out the principal starts chatting with me about our college. We went to the same school and they're changing the mascot. So we're yucking it up about how un-PC the old one is and I introduced him to my husband.

I'm sure BM came away feeling like crap. I mean she looked utterly depressed when we left. I almost felt sorry for her. I sort of wish I hadn't gone at all. If I had known this was pretty much a paper-signing formality, I wouldn't have shown up.