What a let down last night felt; Charlotte and Jacob were collected and I listened to their happy chats about what seemed like every aspect of their days at school - good and bad - it was lovely to hear them so stimulated and content.
But then I waited and waited to see Thomas arrive back from school in his minibus taxi before taking Jacob to his dyslexia assessment .... but he didn't arrive and we had to leave. From the dyslexia assessment (which indicated pretty poor progress for a child trying so hard), straight to meeting at school for Jacob's residential next week (... sounded great!) ... Returned home; Thomas in his back to front pyjamas, as he likes to wear them, had taken himself to bed although it was only 6.45pm.
Obviously there wasn't one syllable from him about the day in his new class, with new peers, new teachers in a brand new ASD unit within the school. He was humming and distracted. However, during the evening he was sick (I found the towel, he didn't tell me) and he has been up from 3am .... So, I'm not sure if that indicates anything about his day or not?! .... It feels wrong.
