What's Next

I met with the vocational evaluator on Thursday. The meeting was scheduled from 10 am until 2 pm. Obviously, I wasn't the happiest person going in there and then when I saw the man - his ear hair, earring, and huge coke bottle glasses - I didn't have a whole lot of faith in the guy. He tried his best to get me to open up, to fall into his trap to discuss Erikson and Freud, but I did not budge. I just sat there nodding, waiting for the next question. The questions were silly and Jason had already answered most of them, the guy needed to compare our answers for his final report. Jason's solutions to child care while I work were great - his mother, his aunt, or taking them to work with him. He's so smart. Anyway, if nothing else, this guy is going to research how I can add to my master's with a degree in guidance couseling, what it will cost, what classes I need, and all of that. At least that makes my life easier, I don't have to do it myself! Since Jason's paying this guy anyway, at least there is one perk in there! We were finished by 12:00 since I had so little to say so the torture wasn't too great. Monday we are off to the pretrial where we will find if the trial is being continued to July or if it is staying in April. At this point, it doesn't matter to me either way.

The Vocational Evaluator

So today I receive a call from my lawyer that Jason is filing a motion for me to go and see a Vocational Evaluator. I, being a simple girl, ask what that is exactly. The answer is that Jason thinks I need to get a job. He does not think it's important for Christopher to be raised by his mom, it's just important that I know that he is in control and that I will be getting a job. What silly Jason forgets is that I am certified to be a teacher. The lowest paying job on earth. Each of my paychecks would be given to daycare with little to nothing left over to help me support the kids and I. I do not have any marketable skills because in the past 12 years I have only actually worked for 3 of them. As a teacher. Who earns next to nothing. I can barely write this blog my computer skills are so poor. Hmmmm . . . .