Loopy - we have the same sort of rules. If I let DD eat in her pjs she thinks it's a nice relaxed leisurely mealtime so I have timechecks to keep her on track. Dressed by 7:45, Eating breakfast by 8. Do hair while eating breakfast, brush teeth, out the door at 8:30. Funnily enought, this morning was not one of those mornings. DD was still in her underwear at 7:50 which stressed me out somewhat, but somehow we managed to get out of the house on time!
RG - I think it's natural for them to be talking about death, and strangely, they do it better than some adults! Both DD and William have attended funerals of great-grandparents and seem to understand what's going on. Not that they like the idea of death very much, but I was always raised with it not being a taboo subject, which helps I think. It's sad when they realise some day you're not going to be there though.
One of my tutor group suffered a bereavment last week - a younger cousin died, so it's hit her pretty hard. She was back in yesterday and one the year 11 boys was brilliant - went and spoke to her, checked she was ok, offered support. Such compassion from one so young was quite moving, and I was so proud of him.
I'm feeling really down about work at the moment. I had a lesson obs yesterday, my line manager gave me feedback saying how outstanding the planning was, how she and the member of SLT kept saying progress was good, I used outstanding techniques and I was all ready for her to grade it as good with outstanding features when she said it was satisfactory as I didn't get to the plenary. But what she and SLT had failed to note, was that they were seeing the first part of a double lesson and I gave them the plan for the full double - as she had told me to! So they hadn't realised that they had misread the lesson plan. I was so upset I was near tears. I told her to go back and look at it again in light of what I had pointed out to her, but I'm not holding out any hope. I ended up with a stinking migraine last night too
So, is it awful, that I'm frantically checking William for chickenpox as his best friend has developed it in the last couple of days, and they spend a lot of time together? I just don't want to go to work for a few days, I feel so deflated.
The other option is the baby option (though that's less immediate, obviously!) - DH saw my friend's baby yesterday and said 'I want one, can we have one?' So if we buy a bigger house in the next few months, it might be a reality!
Off to have fun with William now, and remind myself what makes me happy