Isaiahs really bad super awful horrible day

Mom...So does that mean I can't have your spaghetti recipe?!

The morning started off mellow. I folded laundry and watched "Lost Boys" for the fifty-somethingth time. Then went visiting teaching and was back for the piano guy to come fix the squeaky key and tune it again. It had a few sounds that didn't sound right. He said it was caused by the humidity in the house vs the dry air from the showroom.

Isaiah's teacher called as I was going to pick the kids up. Isaiah was having such a bad day that she didn't want to put him on the bus. She gave me a long list of the naughty things he did from cutting his shirt to pushing a kid down at recess to running through the halls screaming and called his teacher a name. He spent most of the day in the time-out chair back in the special ed room. His teacher said he showed her behaviors that she hasn't seen before from him. 

Today his mainstream teacher had a substitute. Well...there you go...substitute teacher. I'm glad that Daniel gets to go to parent teacher conference tomorrow at his school and I wont be able to make it because I have another meeting. (Thank God)