Lowest of lows (I know it could be worst but it fit)

I'm working away, the sun is shining outside on a beautiful day. I'm trying to get as much done to get peanut in the pool. I make a few phone calls, get a fax.... do some drafting. OHhhh I feel productive. Heck, I even had the dishwasher and washer going. Woo hooo...

Then at noon I get a phone call.

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It was my son's school. My stomach dropped. Today is his last full day and tomorrow they have a half of a day. The staff I met with yesterday stated that he does well with structure so the unstructured end of they year has messed with him. *sigh*

So this phone call was from the front office stating that I need to get in and talk to the principal. That there was an incident with my monkey and she can't explain the particulars, that I'd have to come in.

My head is imagining it all. I'm grabbing shoes and peanut and we are off. The short 5 minute drive to the school is pure torture, agony. Hubby isn't reachable by ANY phone and I don't know what I'm walking into.

I walk in and my son is in the front office, a ton of stuff in his arms and his backpack on his back. This doesn't look good. I try to get out of him what happened and only got a little before walking into the principal's office.

Now I was NEVER sent to the principal's office as a child. Call me a goodie goodie if you want but I was never sent. I even hated when, in high school, I'd forget to sign into social study hall because that would earn me detention. It was the only reason I ever got in trouble in the 13 years in the school district.

So I'm walking into the principal's office for my son, after a day of glowing reports and complimentary behavior. I'm sick, I'm terrified.

My son pinched another child for no reason and then crawled under the table and hugged another child's legs. For that he was being sent home and I was told that they thought it best if he didn't go in the half of a day either. My son was kicked out of school at age 7. The principal felt that given my son's need for structure that it would be best if he didn't come back the rest of the year.

And then the term Asperger syndrome was thrown out there given his need for structure and problem today. So we took the walk of shame with all of his stuff but I have to go back tomorrow to get the rest. I cried the whole way home because I was embarassed and upset and unable to get ahold of hubby. After exploring what Asperger sydrome is and the key points I know my son doesn't match up with anything but a few things and that's not enough for him to have it.

Still... I feel quite deflated.