I'm sure I've had my phone stolen this morning on the school run. It hasn't been turned into the school and I retraced my steps back home on the off chance that I had indeed dropped it, but I'm certain I had it with me at the school gates. My husband will check the police station at lunch time.
To cut a long story short, my DD4, is ASD Level 3, so has significant needs. The school she is currently attending is a mainstream one and I'm currently locked in battle with the LA to try to get specialist provision as literally all professionals involved with her care agree with us that she should really be in specialist provision. She has also a chromosomal disorder which affects the way she processes information, especially new information. She is predominantly non verbal and has a tendency to bite herself, others or get on all fours and headbutt walls and doors when distressed.
I'm telling you this so as to get a clear picture of our day to day life. Its a stressful one and I was already very much at the point, this morning, of feeling like we never get a ''win''.
We had to wait a few minutes at the gate this morning, surrounded by quite a few people and so this was a catalyst for a meltdown. As this happened, I moved from behind her buggy to the front and tried to give her a drink, stroke her back and generally comfort and distract her for 5 minutes.
My handbag was on an attachment to the buggy and the phone would have been visible but my priority at that point was to my daughter. I was distracted for a minute or two. When I circled back around to check the time, it was gone. I'`ve checked everywhere and it is still missing.
As I was realising this, my duaghter was still in distress and I myself burst into tears.
AIBU to utterly fed up with everything and for thinking my phone was stolen