School and Toddlers

And destruction oh my!


So this week has so far gone

Bad Days – 2

Good Days – 1


Poor J (I must ask her if she would like a nickname) was forced to stand in as temporary parent to corral #1 Son when he refused to come home Monday and Tuesday.  She’s been amazing and he loves her to pieces, but he can be an utter shite when home time hits.


But at school he drew an illustrated book – one book was the drawings, a second was the narration.  And he was enjoying it so much he refused to take his break!!!!

His teacher sent it home for us to look at because she thought it was so good – and it was, I am so proud of him.

He had a great day today and J had a plan for home time – she asked him what could help him have  better day than yesterday and one of the things he said was snacks – so she brought a box of goldfish crackers and he was great.


The woman is a genius!
And with her permission, proof that #1 Son adores her kids:

Don’t think little B is too impressed ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿคฃ but young Master P (I will not call him Baby P) is unphased. 


Today the Tiny Tyrant seemed to take pleasure in working my last nerve.  This post was nearly entitled ‘This is why I can’t have nice things

This is mine. It is a bubble bath bar, which I had left safely on a high shelf

And this is the remains of the destruction after initial clean up (she used it as play doh) as I cannot finish until both children are asleep so that the floor can dry safely. 

I managed to put the fear of God into her with my reaction – I managed the Mommy Voice – which I haven’t before and without any yelling. 
Parenting level up
Oh and the hus-creature gave me details of a daycare that we can look at putting her into one day a week – sanity prevails!

I miss curry

That is the one thing I have not yet been able to replace. 
It’s either bland and flavourless, or hot with weird tastes I can’t stomach. 
Apparently I truly am a Brit when it comes to my curry. 
I had a meeting a #1 Son’s school today to discuss action and future plans. 
The upshot is that they want to be as supportive as possible, but their hands are as tied as Dashwood’s was without the formal diagnosis.  
So I went to the paediatrician’s office today and dropped off copies of their full records and it should take a fortnight to have them transcribed and assessed and then we can move forward. 
There’s a lot that differs between the two systems and they need to be switched over ho hum. 
School are also putting additional counselling in place for him if they can (fortunately our insurance is good – they took one look at my card and declared no problems) as they feel it will help. 
I’m all for trying it. 
They also suggested that we look into a certain set of local art classes as they are run by qualified practitioners. 
Again, all for that if he can get something out of it, I looked into it before but was concerned that it was a lot of money to potentially flush if he couldn’t cope with it.  

2 Months

Yes, we are two months into this crazy assed adventure. 

I can hardly believe it. 

Things have changed so much. 

We have our own home, which I’m gradually working through setting up. 
I’ve applied for work – permit application received and dated 31 August – so no later than March 2018 I should know. 

I’m also (thanks to my daughter’s obsession) looking gradually into the options for a companion for the cattatafish.  

You see, if I were to get a job then for the first time since we brought her home she would be on her own during the daytime. She’s such a social creature it worries me. 
But obviously the cat needs to produce little (or as little as possible) Fel-D-1 for the hus-creature’s allergy to not be a problem. And I quite fancy the idea of a different breed if we could – that way it wouldn’t feel like we were replacing Miss Kitty Pants, or upgrading or similar. 
My Google-Fu is not as good as his, but the internet informs me of the following options:

  1. Balinese
  2. Bengal – PURTY
  3. Russian Blue – I adore these kitties 
  4. Devon Rex 
  5. Oriental Shorthair
  6. Cornish Rex 
  7. Siberian – gots one of these ๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿ’•
  8. LaPerm (not a clue)
  9. Sphinx (bleeeeeeeh)
  10. Javanese

There are some definite options on this list. I’ve always loved the look of Orientals generally.  Obviously the hus-creature would need to huff them again to see first. 

He had actually turned me into a cat person!!!!

Don’t get me wrong, I still want a dog oh so much, but it’s just not practical at the moment. 

Behold the might of her catliness

Back To School Night

Is apparently a national thing and was tonight. 
It was good to get an introduction to the upcoming year and events. I’ve popped a couple in the calendar and even signed up to volunteer for a couple. 
Given that I stay at home with TT I can’t help as much as I’d like – #1 Son’s teacher did say I could bring her in, but I don’t think anyone wants to see that!!!
I also got a glimpse into his daily school schedule and, honestly? It’s no wonder he’s been having trouble. 
I’d be kicking against the pricks if I had to do all that. 
So I’ve signed up to ABCMouse and will hopefully be able to support him better. 
I’ve also scheduled a meeting next week with:

  • The SENCO
  • His teacher
  • The Guidance Counsellor
  • Principal
  • PPS lady
  • School nurse

And we should hopefully be able to hammer out a support plan. 
When we met with his teacher we were told to sit at our own child’s desk and they had drawn us a picture. 
Even here he’s unique ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿคฃ

I’m so proud, if greatly amused!

Things for me

Self care is important yes? I think we can all agree on that. 
I’ve been finding this transition tough. Really tough. 
And honestly? Forgetting about myself a lot of the time. 

Unicorns, dinosaurs and owls oh my. 

Also the Cheshire Cat – because I’m a princess dammit!
They sold out of the narwhals ๐Ÿ˜ฉ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ฉ๐Ÿ˜ญ
Oh, and I have signed up for a Mystery Knit Along (I may have already mentioned this) and I’ve dyed up about half the yarn for it:

There’s been a Fuscia mini and a (hopefully) light grey main skein added since this photo was taken, but we lack natural light right now. 

Add in a hot shower and a glass of wine and I’m feeling pretty good right now. 

School run crisis

May be resolved. 

Today I met with and “interviewed” a lovely fellow SAHM who is looking for part time work and is happy to drive Nathan to school and pick him up. 
I’m going with her on the drop off for at least the first day or so, so that school are fully aware of the new arrangement and to ensure it’s a good fit. 
Both children were very comfortable with her, although TT was extremely put out by her gorgeous five month old son – #1 Son was enchanted however. 

So she received the most important seal of approval – his. 

She’s from the next town over, but her dad lives a mile away from us, and her partner (well I presume so as she referred to him as her children’s dad) works ten minutes away and she drops him off. 

So maybe I have also made a mummy friend? I can but hope. 

Today TT had cake pops and sunglasses:

Daddy took #1 Son for a haircut after school, as it is Picture Day on the 12th!

I also have “pram tan” from 12 miles in a mere 2 days in blazing sun:


I need to go back to writing my posts through the day and not just at the end when I’m too bloody knackered to do it.

I will therefore categorise our days:


  • Around 3am I was woken by a bookcase falling on my leg.  Hard.  I currently have a very fetching bruise on my left thigh.  We suspect feline sabotage.
  • 7am we decide that we will walk to school rather than take the car to establish the route and how long it will take.  We leave at 07:30.  #1 Son was not happy about it.  Before we got to school he was tired, cranky and we knew he was not going to have a good day.  It took 45 minutes and he was exhausted.
  • 08:05 I handed him over to his teacher, who commented that he looked tired.

This is NOT sustainable long term.  It just isn’t.  A five year old cannot be expected to walk over three miles a day (and at least half of it uphill) long term. And certainly not as the snow starts to fall. 
The hus-creature requires no convincing, so we are looking into our other options.  Until the house is sold we have no capital for a car beyond a rust bucket and I want and need some lessons on USA driving before I take the kids anywhere solo.  Which I can’t get, because I cannot take my theory.  Because I do not have an SSN.  Which I can’t apply for until my work permit is processed.  Which will take a further 4-6 months.  So that’s out.

Cycling might work.  Except I cannot cycle.  And don’t have time to learn beyond weekends.  Oh and there’s the impending snow.  So that’s out until spring when I’m hoping to learn.


So we are currently looking for someone who will pick him up and drop him off.  It’s not an ideal solution, but it’s better than the other alternatives – taxi or walking.


See, when I went to pick him up, the SENCO was waiting for me.  Because his day had been that bad.  Mostly the usual, but seriously exacerbated by sheer exhaustion. We therefore had an impromptu meeting where the following was covered:


  • They want to start their own assessments – it’s not that they don’t trust the NHS but they want their own experts, both scholastic and medical, to assess him.  I do not have a problem with this.
  • She gave us details of PPS (Parent-Pupil Services)  She thinks its ridiculous that we have been placed so far away, and given his needs, they might be able to help us with transport.  This would help immensely but doesn’t solve the immediate issues.
  • She recommended that we enquire about, and apply for, any programmes that #1 Son qualifies for.  I thought about it for a nano-second, then jumped on it with both hands outstretched. Pride be damned, it’s clear he needs support.  Also, if it helps us to help him I don’t see a downside.

So I sent some emails with relevant attached documentation.

Unpacking progressed a little.  It is however being more than a little hampered by the feline overlord – who keeps finding brilliant but awkward places to hide:



The walk to and from school went better.  A judicious use of playing ‘I Spy’ and application of water bottles helped keep him on an even keel  Enough that when I picked him up there was only a small meeting with his teacher.  And that was only to tell me that they’ve devised a separate school-home journal for them and us, and also come up with a pictorial daily schedule for him with the day broken up into tasks that are either ticked or crossed accordingly.  It helps.

She missed her brother yesterday ๐Ÿ’—๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿ’—๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿ’—๐Ÿ’• 

Hus creature returned the car.  He left the car seats in it.  We have reported them as lost and are waiting to see if they turn up.  They will be a pain in the proverbial to replace.  Also expensive.  Does mean that we cannot go to the zoo this weekend as previously planned.


Having said that, the Melrose Victorian Fair is this Sunday and it’s the 35th Annual one and it seems to be a big deal here, so we are planning to attend that and try and meet some local people and join in some community stuff.

Not to be outdone on the stupidity front, I decided that I would cook the kidlets their tea.  Set the oven for what I believed to be 8 minutes and went back to pottering.  Only to wonder 10+ minutes later, why I hadn’t heard bleeping.  I wandered in to realise I had set it for eight HOURS!!!  Thank all the gods that I noticed!!!  One adjusted time later and all good.


TT still appears to be on hunger strike.  I’ve pretty much given up at this point and she just eats what is on the table or she doesn’t.  She has however finished cutting those remaining three molars more or less.





So now what is her excuse?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!


Which leads us to…



School run was uneventful.  He’s already improved immeasurably.  And, I can get there and back from memory and without the use of Google Maps!!!!


For me this is a major achievement.


As previously documented earlier today, his teacher didn’t want to see me today beyond telling me he had done awesomely.  So his reward was ice cream  Honestly this daily walk is so obscene that he needs all the positivism and reward that we can muster.  And, after a yummy snack, a re-hydrate and perhaps most importantly, a rest, he asked if we could stop at the park we pass on the way home.


Well I wasn’t going to say no was I?


Both children had a whale of a time, though I did catch him doing a country wee – which worried me somewhat given where we are now.  But to give him credit he took himself off behind a tree away from the park proper to do it.  Sadly he peed facing the road but he tried!


I also had an email back from the PPS woman confirming that they will be doing assessments with #1 Son and asking to arrange a meeting with me at school, so as soon as we can arrange it (as daddy will need to watch Tiny Tyrant) I’ll do that – I’ll do anything I need to do to make this work.


Right, I’m tired.  Going to sleep now.


I’ve been too tired to knit or crochet all week!!!!


Brief update

Today (Thursday) #1 Son has had an awesome day at school. Direct quote from his teacher. 
So much so that we stopped for ice cream at a close by cafe I’ve been eyeing up. 
Both kids with a “Kiddie” sized chocolate serving:
My “Regular” sized serving of Death by Chocolate:

And the aftermath:

I had planned (day depending) to come here after school so had thrown a pack of wipes into the pram. He cleaned up okay. 
However I don’t think one pack of wipes will be enough for this:

It took three spoons but she finished it:

It also took three wipes to clean her!!!

Oh Gods

Otherwise entitled:

How our Monday has gone*

*told through the medium of emoji and emoticons
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We are shattered. Exhausted. No words. 
#1 Son is safely in his own bed in his own room
Tiny Tyrant is in the travel cot in her own room. She didn’t even flinch. This, for now, bodes well. 
We’ve unpacked around 20 boxes out of 83 confirmed boxes. 

Items include things like paintings, big ticket furniture items etc. For example #1 Son’s bed counts as roughly 6 items.  

160 boxes/items left to sort out. 

Plus the vast amount of stuff from eight weeks in temporary accommodation. 

Don’t make me do this again. PLEASE!!!!!!
Blinds are not up in all the rooms. Door handles are all in place… more or less…

Casualties of war so far include:

  • The tv. 
  • The legs of our laundry basket – this will be a $20 replacement part from IKEA
  • My kettle – the hus-creature smashed it this morning in the move from Cambridge. This was a $35 replacement that is not made of glass. 
  • The ice cream – I left it in the freezer ๐Ÿ™€๐Ÿ™€๐Ÿ™€๐Ÿ™€๐Ÿ™€

I have now met the downstairs neighbour (who for now will be referred to as H). She has twin 6-year old boys. One of them shares #1 Son’s name. 

They are also on the spectrum, but apparently even more severely. She has been warm and welcoming and given me some basic help and advice already. I have suggested that she comes up for a coffee and she agreed once we are settled. 
Dear H thank you so much because right now I’m totally overwhelmed and shell shocked and I don’t know who I am, what my name is or which way is up


And this is a taste of it: