I've got a question and answer coffee morning with the LA senior educational phycologist at ds school, it starts at 8.45 when school starts, all SN parents have been invited, but I can't go until 9.20 when I've dropped ds off at school (they didn't offer for him to go in at the same time as the other kids as a one off and when I said I'm going to miss most of it I just got an awkward silence) so I'm going to have to casually stroll in half hour late and apologise I'm late and say that he's not allowed to start until 9.15, then when it finishes I'll say right best dash got to go home tidy up quick and come back to school for him in an hour as he's not allowed to have lunch at school etc.
Haha. Leary digs are at the ready! Doubt they'll invite me again.
I shall definitely mention tomorrow about his ehcp and the situation I'm having, after all she works for who's paying for it!
I've just been giving dh a mock of the questions I'm asking the EP that I need solutions for and dh said maybe leave that one off your list and that one too 
Ds smashed all my ornaments on my windowsill at bedtime a nice little wooden candle box and some lovely little heart ornaments dh bought me then he tried to put the wooden candle box through my tv screen. He's had them off a few times and dh was supposed to have put them away but too late now.
My house looks like a hostel, I've got a sofa, a rug and a tv on the wall with a thick Thomas the tank quilt draped over it during ds waking hours to stop it getting smashed. Nothing else, no pictures no ornaments it's totally bare bcos ds has wrecked it all. Embarrassing it doesn't even look like a home. I've had no end of comments about the Thomas the tank quilt cover, it doesn't look like there's a tv behind it just looks like I'm a trendy fucker with a Thomas quilt up on the wall 😂
I've had to practically drag him up to bed tonight he wasn't co operating and he was doing really dangerous stuff, I've got a electric box thing on my wall in the living room like a trip switch box and ds decided to squirt water all over it while I was grabbing his pyjamas, then as I was taking him up he nearly knocked us both back down the stairs kicking off in my arms, then got him into his room and he threw a huge plastic minion toy straight at my face and laughed and pretended to make a crying noise and when I didn't cry he got angry that I didn't cry 
You really do need the patience of a saint don't you. arrghh!
My mum phoned and said she's enrolling her puppy on a behavioural class, I said see if there's a spare place for ds will you 😆