I think we broke his brain

Evan's IEP meeting yesterday took nearly two hours. It was exhausting. So much had to be discussed--goals for preschool, issues surrounding kindergarten transition, where he should be evaluated next, what school he should attend. My head was swimming when I left there, and it hasn't really stopped yet.

Right now I can't do much of anything--I need to wait to be contacted by the person in charge of Ev's transition. I'll need to sign forms that will allow him to be evaluated in his preschool class. After that, I can tour his possible school placements, and at the end of March I'll need to schedule another evaluation at Children's Hospital in Pittsburgh. Once all that is done, then we get to decide where Ev will begin his formal education.

Honestly, the entire process is draining me, and that's only thinking about it! Everything seems like such a huge production right now, and it's almost worse that I can't start doing anything at this time. Hurry up and wait, then rush to get every detail figured out. I think mostly I'm afraid--I want to make sure we make the right choices for Evan, and I am worried that we won't.

I'm going to try not to worry too much about that over the weekend though. This time is for celebrating, not watching me foam at the mouth. Evan's turning five, and it's time for a party with brown cake and brown frosting and bowling candles.