I’m not one to grumble or vent on social media particularly and I love to focus on the good bits. Today though, has not been the best day and I feel like I need to write it all down. One thing that, as a parent, you dread when your child is at school is the teacher coming out solemnly and saying “can we have a chat about (your child)”. We had this many times with E, when I’d go into his classroom and he was mid meltdown and throwing chairs about or when he managed to abscond from school during a p.e. lesson or was generally having a really bad day. Now, it’s not that he’s naughty (he is actually much better behaved generally than my girls) but he just doesn’t cope well with certain things. It was our main reason for choosing to home educate him.
Today was not a great day. It started out fine, got up and had breakfast as usual. I was expecting friends round, so while the children entertained themselves I did a quick tidy up. Fast forward to about half past ten and my friend hands me some biscuits that she bought from Corfu for us. The children stand nicely while I open the box and wait nicely for a biscuit, so far so good. Then, S takes the biscuit that E had his eye on (baring in mind that they were all the same) and he completely loses the plot. He thumps S and starts screaming and shouting. So I take him aside to try and reason with him, completely useless. So I take him to his room, on route he grabs everything he can reach and throws them, he kicks, he punches and screams. We get to his room where he has his safe space (a hidey hole under his bed) and I leave him to cool down as this normally works. Unfortunately we had to repeat the same process about 3 times before he started to come round and he could be reasoned with.
Once our friends had left we had lunch and decided to head to Moors Valley to burn off some steam. Upon arrival we decide that we want to play in the park so head off only to arrive and it’s closed for maintenance. Cue another massive meltdown. This time because it meant an unexpected chance of plans.
We head to the forest instead to do the adventure trail but I have to essentially carry E the whole way while he kicks, screams and hits me. When I tried to let him walk he just ran away screaming and crying. So there’s me, 3 small girls and an almost 6 year old boy having his meltdown on the way to the forest. Little S didn’t want to miss out on the carry so kept asking to be picked up. So I carried her for a bit while trying to shepherd E in the right direction and then I’d swap and carry E and try to get the 2 year to go the right way. That walk felt like miles! We arrived at the first activity and the girls could then go off and play and I was able to let E run off his meltdown safely, making sure he didn’t go to far away. Eventually he calmed down, had a drink and we were all able to play and have a nice time. But my goodness, I am shattered. Lets hope tomorrow is a better day.