Friday, September 11, 2009

Flexibility


I can be flexible. As a matter of fact, I think I am extremely accommodating. If someone has to change an appointment time, I rearrange our schedule. Despite the fact that it would be much easier on my family, my kids, on me to maintain a routine with little to no flexibility built in, I try to be understanding. But enough is enough!

Examples from the last few weeks:

• I signed Justin up for half-day preschool. This meant picking him up at 11:00. During orientation week, we were told that he will miss math if he leaves at that time. He should really stay until 12:40. This information came my way after I already changed Zane’s PT from 11:00 to 1:00.

• Justin’s soccer practices moved from Tuesdays to Wednesdays.

• I signed Justin up for acting classes on Tuesdays. His class was canceled. They put him into a different class on Thursdays. After his first acting class, the instructor announced that he has a personal conflict with Thursdays and needs to switch to Wednesdays.

• We were told that the respite program that we’ve been training and filling out paperwork for is not the correct one for Zane and for our family. We started down the path toward respite under another program. As that got underway, we were told that the initial program was okay after all.

So why are we the ones who have to change our schedules and lives to meet the needs of others? What about our needs? From now on, there has to be a very strong and valid reason for me to move things around on someone else’s behalf.

I am starting to develop a lack of trust in organizations that state something will happen on a given day or that our family qualifies for a certain program, then yanks it away. If the Durango Parks and Recreation guide says a class will be on Thursday, it should be on Thursday. If someone tell me that my family can receive respite under a certain program, then I should receive respite under that program without having to rearrange my life, jump through ridiculous hoops, and spend hours of my time (time that could be used for respite) making phone calls and reading materials that were unnecessary from the start.

Okay, I’m finished venting…for now.

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