Spread your wings and fly away

Good morning everyone.

The sun is shining and life is fine!

Couldn't get onto the site yesterday at all and I tried three different computers but alas no. As it was I was incredibly busy yesterday form filling, work and on a course about exclusions from schools in the evening , which is a total minefield and about to get worse as from September. Honestly I brought a tree worth full of paperwork yesterday which has to be read, highlighted and presented to the next Governors meeting AAAAGGGHHH!

Why do I do this lol

The Tudor day was fun, once I get the photos of the computer at work I will post the ones of me I promise. The children had fun playing games, dancing and playing various Tudor instruments and learning about Tudor life. I thought about the differences and the amout that we do to interest the children at this school compared to the one my son is at, and we do far more.

Which leads me to the paperwork. I took the decision, not lightly I add, to move my son from his current school to the one I work at. It has been a difficult few months and to be honest I thought I wouldn't have a chance of getting him in. However the Head is keen to take him in though I did express that I didn't want preferential treatment, even she agreed that things couldn't go on much longer with him. As most of you know, he is failing in English and has had several changes of teachers over the last few years. Teachers move on I know, but I know for a fact that in this case the teachers are moving on and not staying because of the Head. I have since found out that despite having two teachers so far this year, he is about to have another one as his current one is leaving after only 3 months in the post. Three teachers in one year is unacceptable, but it has been like this since he started, and I have had enough.

We talked about it with him last night and even by his behavour at home we know he is unhappy. He is upset that he may have to leave his friends behind and that caused one major tatrum, but in his 8 year old way he came downstairs, gave me a hug and said that he wants to move really.

I feel like the worst mother in the world but I can't let him go on much longer like this and I know that where I am he will get support. My only hope now is that he is accepted!

Right enough rambling on and boring you all to tears! Off to get ready for work now, no fun today, just work, work, work lol!!!