Well I'm craving chocolate for the first time since I started all this. Terrible night with ds1, lots of sobbing, 1001 worries about going back to school today, then again this morning.
Took him there and he was just about coping, holding it together waiting for his friend to arrive, when they suddenly opened the doors and told all the children to go straight in because it was raining. Well, he's going in a new door this year and bless him he panicked and just ran off towards the door (at the other end of the playground) without saying goodbye - something he would have been realy upset about as soon as he realised. Called him back and managed to get a peck on the cheek then he was off again. Leaving his pump bag with me!
He looked so tiny amongst all the other juniors. As usual all his peers have shot up over the holidays, leaving him a little dot by comparison, worse this year, because he's suffering from malabsorption and hasn't grown since January.
Fortunately the teacher that has him 2 days a week and also has a son on the spectrum herself was there and she said she'd take him in and ran after him, god bless her. We also bumped into his best friend and gave him his pump bag to take in, so at least that was sorted.
To cap it all, his little brother started juniors today, so was in the same playground, but he's terrified of his new teacher - very strict male teacher who's also head of juniors and it was him that opened the door, so ds just went straight in, no goodbye, no kiss, no looking back - called him to say goodbye, but he had his hood up so didn't hear me. Then I realised his pump bag was still on the puschair and had to take it to his teacher - who I've never met before - making me look instantly like Disorganised and Hapless Mum of the Year. Its the first time ever that he hasn't wanted to go back to school by the middle of the summer holidays and he really didn't want to go today. 
Honestly, I had planned everything so carefully for this morning and been so organised. I wanted it to be really calm and stress free for them - instead it was horrible, stressful and took place in gale force winds and driving rain. 
Came home and sobbed myself and now I don't want to do my workout - or anything in fact, except sit and eat chocolate.
Just goes to show how my chocolate consumption was definitely emotional eating.
I'm not going to give in to the chocolate, but I am seriously struggling to get motivated to do my workout.
Am starting toilet training dd today, so hopefully that will keep me busy and distracted until pick up time.