Thought I was doing remarkably well on the 'not crying' front. Just had massive snotty bawl in the car when 'Have I Told You Lately That I Love You' came on the radio. I used to sing it to DS whilst in newborn hormonal haze and think of it as 'our song'. Oh dear. Off again.
In other, less pathetic, news, I saw the head for 40 minutes! Gave her what for. She realises there's a hell of a lot to do to improve communication with parents. She was at the new starters meeting, as a guest, and was horrified at the size of it, and the relative uselessness of the info given out. Nothing was from a parent's perspective - all just internally-driven blather.
She's got all sorts of ideas, and is prepared to make herself unpopular with the 'we've always done it this way' mob to get them done. She turned her previous school round from 'special measures' to 'good' in four years, so reckon she's shit hot.
I complained that no-one had shown any concern re DS's eye, or suggested a meeting of how to deal with it, etc, and that I was in the middle of organising a transfer on medical grounds. She was horrified. She knew there was a boy in his class with a problem, and had asked the staff if it was sorted. They had said yes. Further profuse apologies.
And she's going to send me the email of the chair of the PTA (or, indeed, PITA)!