60 days. and so on.

Some stuff.
Yesterday we made a lot of potty training progress. It was fleeting...we haven't got consistent yet, but progress is progress and I am not going to complain!
We met with the school board preschool program today and it was actually not as scary as we had thought. Of course, G was a hit with the ladies (he always is), and one of the workers told us she would be delighted to have him in her program.
In 60 days (they say 60 at most), they will have gotten the feedback from the preschool, and compiled all the results of his assessment today. They will decide if they will even OFFER the services we KNOW he needs.
The wording was kind of heart breaking...like they could decide to NOT offer us services.
I have had several friends write me and tell me that their state, or county, has been great and that they are getting all of the early intervention for "free" (also known as THE TAX DOLLARS they, and their fellow residents have already paid.) This may or may not be the case, and as our county has a few "furlough" days this year, well, I know we may not get all that we need which makes the fundraiser all the more important. Next year when I have my FSA, I know I have to put way more aside. I am a nervous wreck.
Our appointment with the super awesome autism center doctor falls within the 60 days. I can't wait to meet him and find out what he thinks they can do for our son. I have been telling the evaluators...a goal that I have is, if I die when he is a young adult, I at least want him to be able to balance a check book and pay rent, and know how to cook.
I'm having a high anxiety day and my phone is upstairs and I am not. Sorry if I have not answered your texts, calls. A lot of crap is going on and I just need to sit here and not think about it for a minute. And, get up and chase my son a lot, because he is three and is a little stuntman.
We may have to cough up the dough after all for the OT, as the school doesn't really incorporate that until WAY into the program, and they ask for it based on how he does in the therapies that they *MAY*  provide *IF* they decide he needs them.
Yikes.
I am in knots.

The good news is, our preschool/daycare LOVES our son. Our son is generally well behaved and sweet and doesn't go out of his way to bother other children. He swats when they bother him. He hasn't figured out how to say "leave me alone" yet. We're working on it. The feedback from the school is more positive than negative. He gives hugs and kisses and high fives, and loves stories and playtime. He impressed the teachers by naming all of the planets the other day. Yes, he knows all of them. Backwards and forwards. My little database. Now, if he could just tell me what's on his mind!
One day...