Parents evening and arts week

There have been two events at school this week…

The poor teacher looked so anxious at the very thought of them!

First up ‘parents evening’. It wasn’t really a traditional parents evening where you get 10 minutes to talk to the teacher. We have hour long LIAM’s (Learner inclusion and attainment meeting) every half term, which is ours. This parents evening was just a chance to see the classroom and get a feel of what the kids have been up to and spend some time in their school environment. Dinky stayed at school until I got there at 5:30 as I was doing some volunteering for the parent carer forum.

So I am escorted to the classroom (as every 100 yards there is an electronic entry only door, so the kids cant escape too far when they run), and I cant help but giggle…

The door opens, there is a happy kiddo laying on a mat, the teacher has flour hand prints and random patches of flour over her, she leads me to the outdoor area and dinky is waiting for the trampoline. Two TA’s have random flour patches and one, one looked like the rest of the flour had gone over her head. There was absolutely no need to ask who had covered her with flour.. Dinky has a thing for pouring and pouring on people.

Dinky ran over bare footed with a different pair of trousers on and charged me. She then showed me the science experiment they have been doing, Dinky added a mint to a large spoon of cola and giggled and flapped as the cola came out the top of the bottle like lava from a volcano! The next 40 minutes were spent chasing Dinky around the school as she ‘showed me’ different parts of the school that she liked. She was hyper beyond all hyper!

The evening ended with us going to the hall and Dinky wanted tickle time, so I kept tickling her, which was weird because tickle time usually doesn’t have an audience!

I spoke to the teacher and she said that Dinky has really struggled the last week or so and was more than ready for half term, and needed that break from school. She hasn’t been eating very much and the teacher thinks this might be a control thing, but it is something we are going to keep an eye on, she is also not attending forest schools and not going horseriding. Hopefully after half term she will pick up these things again.

Today was the end of arts week and all the classes had made videos for a show. Dinky had been sad that I don’t go to see her swim but another child (who lives 5 minutes from the school) has a mum who goes often. So I had been invited to watch dinky swim as I was going to the show that day anyway.

I was not anticipating a great day, with what the teacher said on Wednesday, and knowing that it would be swimming, the show, then lunch then one of her classmates was having cake for their birthday.

True to form, I only made matters worse because I forgot to give her taxi escort dinky’s swim bag. Which to most people wouldn’t matter, but I knew Dinky would be cross and quite annoyed because she wouldn’t have her swim bag.

I got to the swimming pool (eventually-after following some old Honda Jazz at 35-40mph on a national speed limit road, and willing it to turn off at every junction!), and had Dinky’s swim bag. The minibus got there 5 minutes after me and I could hear Dinky from the bus “YOU FORGOT MY BAG!” over and over and over. I really had screwed up. She was NOT in a good mood!

I managed to lighten it a little by saying how silly I was, and reminding her that even though she didn’t have it on the bus, she can now get changed and it is all ok. It was nice seeing her swim. If you have read any of the early pre diagnosis blogs about special needs swim class, you might understand my apprehension at watching Dinky swim. The amount of times that I had to restrain her was horrible.
She was really good, it wasn’t a swim lesson, just a chance to play in the pool! She really enjoyed her time in the pool. She was really good at getting out, I was very impressed how the school transitioned the kids out. No messing!

we did however hit a problem at the mini bus.

Dinky wanted to go back to school with me in our car, but the teacher wanted Dinky to go on the minibus. The teacher tried the ‘its not my rule’ strategy, which was a 50/50, but is known to work, it was going really well, until Dinky caught us out as trying to get her on the minibus. She was then given the choice ‘minibus, or mummy car, but mummys car means mummy might not be able to watch swimming again.’ Oh my, Dinky was not happy. She started crying and refused to move. I was torn, did I try and help (which at that point I don’t think I could have done anything)? Or do I leave the teacher to try to solve it? Again at this point I didn’t see any way we were getting round this, if we pushed her to make a decision then it would escalate- PDA style, if we left her to decide, she wouldn’t, if we decided for her it would be wrong.

I took over and said that I will talk to the head teacher and make sure that even if she came in my car that we would make sure I could see swimming again. The teacher could see that I was just trying to resolve the issue as two of the kids were on the bus, and they did not handle waiting well. Also the show was going to start with or without us. I finally managed to get Dinky in my car, and with lots of shouting I managed to get her to school. Myself and the other parent signed in and went to watch the show. When we got there the show was almost done, and we just walked in as the credits for Dinky’s class. Dinky was NOT happy! Then she sat behind one of the college students and couldn’t see. So I put her on my lap. We watched some live performances of the older students, and each class was given a trophy.

I left her to (not) have her lunch, and went back for the cake and to pick her up to come home.

We have had a pretty rocky afternoon, but hopefully things will settle down now that she is on half term.

I am hoping that Dinky will go back to horse riding after half term and that she starts eating more this week.

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