juliet donna the d

this is a split of my blog, lady jaded, that is dedicated solely to the love of my life, my heart and soul, my 31 month old daughter, juliet. oh, in non-mommy talk, 31 months is a year and a half (plus one month). it always amazed me how as a mother (and as mothers) people always give the age down to the last detail (or month). you could say quite simply, "oh my daughter? she's 2." or if she's as smart and mature as young jules, you'd specify, "she's 2 and a half." but alas, it is just customary to say, "oh juliet? that girl is thirty one months (and 7 days.)(this is truly exactly how old she is)." however, when you are my age, you're like, "i'm old enough." or you round down. only when you are a baby is age something to boast about. and then again once you reach your ninetys.

why am i talking about this?

because i don't want to talk about the fact that juliet had her last of 3 evaluations today. and that she is most likely going to be eligible for services. not only occupational therapy, and most likely physical therapy, but also seit. i'm a seit. it stands for special education itinerant teacher. a seit would go to school w/her (each day? a few times a week?) and work one on one with her, or in a group w/her classmates...teaching her teacher how to 'handle' her, etc. while i am on one hand relieved that she will be getting early intervention(which is paid for by the state), on the other just shocked and bewildered that they can find so much wrong with my baby girl.

who is a genius.

my world has been rocked today. i'm emotionally drained.