I can't do the schools fight today - I'm feeling broken and had to lay off the activism to save myself. Finally managed to get to chat to DD2's new teacher for September (assuming they ever get back to school) about her SEN and the pile of issues we deal with, coupled with the fact lockdown means we have no idea if she's lost the vision in one eye, when you lay them out and the impact of all of this... it's terrifying. Plus the Leicester footage all day has been upsetting me as it's places I know back to being ghost towns.
What's finished me is DD2 bringing all her school books and equipment home tonight - like it's the end of term (it's not!) and then that is it, the end of her time at her infant school. Just feels so cold and blunt - the kids who haven't got to go back to school will no doubt be contacted to come and collect their belongings - like you would a fired employee. THEY ARE SEVEN YEARS OLD! No goodbyes, no leaving stuff, not even getting to see their teacher and say goodbye - just a bag with what they had of the school year shoved in it.