Oh poor little H, my heart goes out to her. Its bad enough being a sort of grown-up and being in a cast, let alone a little toddler that doesn't understand what's going on. Do you know which bone she's broken? Do you have suitably co-ordinating outfits to go with her cast - or does this call for an emergency clothes shop?
I understand what you mean about ds1 Tree and I think he is actually thinking along those lines, as he was telling me in the car yesterday, that "Mrs X will sort them out Mummy - she doesn't stand for any nonsense".
The school is going to have to do something pretty serious now anyway, as a year 5 boy had to be stretchered off in an ambulance yesterday after having his neck injured in a fight with a year 6 boy. I really don't know what has happened to that school, it used to be such a lovely little school with a real family/community feel. Well, actually I do know what's happened, the head's strategy for bringing in extra funding involved opening the intake to every single child in the borough that can't get a place elsewhere. There has been such massive growth in class size over a 12 month period, with many of the children coming in with a history of problems and without any strategy or support to back them up, that the school simply cannot cope. Such a shame.
So frustrating, when a huge part of our decision to move back here from Burnley was so that our children would go to good schools and not be exposed to exactly these sorts of problems. This is a posh surburban area fgs, all very Boden, yummy mummy and bunty cupcake - you simply don't expect to have these sorts of problems in an area like this, let alone in a primary school. I know that sounds like I am a real snob - I'm not, honest - its just I was prepared for dealing with my children being picked on for not having the right designer labels or for us having a tiny house and an old car. Never in a million years did I expect to be facing these sorts of problems with them. I grew up here - in a council house - and went to the same school, I honestly thought moving back was the best thing to do for my dcs - huge misjudgement on my part there, apparently.
Still, I am not going to think about it now until September, my poor old head need a break from it all.
Anyway, enough of all that.
I am stupidly happy today because of socks of all things! I ordered myself some thin, pure cotton knee socks to go in my cast off ebay the other day, as the ones they supplied are thick loopy cotton stuff and not only are they sooo hot, but they leave horrible big striped indents all up my leg. Apparently its going to be over 28 degrees here next week, so I needed to do something or I'll seriously struggle. They arrived this morning and feel so nice compared to the others, I am actually fairly comfortable for the first time in days. Best thing is, buying two pairs means four socks, so I can finally get the ones I've worn washed and dried before I need them again, twas a nightmare with two thick ones which refused to dry even on the line in bright sunshine.
I have such a headache and feel sick today - dh reckons I've got Wacky Warehouse poisoning! We did say we wouldn't let them go to any more WW parties, but this was the ds of a good friend and it was at the posh WW (if there is such a thing) in an even posher area than this one. It was ok actually, only 12 in the party and no-one else in the WW, I suppose as it was a school night.