This week has been very stressful to say the least. My Nanna is in hospital, I have been feeling really unwell and being poorly has made my M.E rear it’s ugly head. I have been dropping asleep everywhere, even in the waiting area of the Dental hospital (which was a slightly embarrassing)!
After a hectic weekend at home with my tribe Monday could not have come around quick enough! I love spending time with my family, but they don’t half make a mess of the house. I attempted to get up to date with my blog posts and emails yet spent most of the day washing and generally cleaning and tidying the house. I ended up falling asleep far earlier than I had planned, for some reason I am struggling to keep my eyes open over the last few weeks.
I hate sending my children to school when they are poorly, but on Tuesday after a couple of spoons of Ibuprofen I sent my son off to School hoping that if he did feel any worse whilst at school they would send him home. My parents picked him up from school and when he walked in I instantly knew he felt a lot worse, just by looking at him. What started as a heavy cold seemed to have turned into a tummy bug, apparently he had been running back and forth to the toilet all day, I just wished I had not have sent him to School at all after hearing that! I should have listened to my Mother’s instinct that was screaming “Leave him at home”.
Wednesday was a no school duvet day where my sofa was turned into a ‘Poorly bed’ which comprises of a duvet, countless pillows and a bell, yes a bell to ring if they need anything. It is a little joke of ours but I love looking after my kids when they are ill and yes I do actually answer when the bell is rung ha! I managed to get my laptop out and catch up on some blogging whilst my son had a sleep or got stuck into a new book I bought him The Maze Runner. When my husband got home from work he took me to one side to tell me that our youngest and poorly son had been getting bullied at School. My son didn’t want to tell me about his new problems as he didn’t want to see me upset (dear god that pulls on my heart strings). I know I have to tell school that he is being bullied, but at the same time he is in year 8 at high school. I know I will have to be careful not to make things worse for him. At the end of the day he is the one in classes with these children every day and I am conscious that kids can be cruel and by ‘Mummy’ going into school it could make things a lot worse for him. When I say he is being bullied, their is no physical bullying taking place but emotional, I think this can be just as bad if not worse in some cases. He is being told by a girl that ‘he doesn’t deserve anything’ and that she will not have to see him in year 11 as she will ‘smashed his face in by then’. She is also accusing him of being racist and telling other kid’s in his class, all because he asked for someone to pass him the black marker. The two kid’s are not in his form class but in every subject class he is in as they are of the same ability, to make it worse they are always put in the same groups or on the next table. It is bloody hard enough being twelve at high school without being nervous and stressed every day. I don’t understand why these two kid’s in particular have taken a disliking to him, constantly telling him to his face and in front of others that they don’t like him. Maybe it is because he has a quiet caring nature, he has long hair or possibly as he is very sweet and looks for the good in everyone. I will get to the bottom of this and get it stopped, I just am not sure of the best course of action to take.
School was contacted first thing Thursday, It was the last thing on my mind before going to bed on Wednesday and the first thing I thought of when I woke up. When I spoke to school they seemed sympathetic and shocked by the names of the children I had given them who were bullying my son as in their words they are “nice and very good children” which I personally beg to differ. I did feel pretty annoyed that they were telling me that my sons illness would be better for school the next day, In their experience the bug was only lasting 48 hours so they would see him in school Friday. How did I know how he would be feeling? When and only when the assistant head in question goes to medical school and gets their PHD will I listen to their medical advice. Yes you can probably guess I was pretty wound up that day. I did in fact ring school as I wanted to talk to them regarding their policy on bullying and was assured I would get a call back. well 6pm came and no call back!
By Friday I was still waiting for School to call me back, I even called them to let them know he would not be back in School that day (because he was still ill) but just got the opportunity to leave a message. I was half expecting the School attendance officer to pay me a visit as it did look a little suspicious when all of a sudden I rang about bullying and then he was off school poorly. I made sure the house was in tip top condition in case I got the dreaded knock at the door.
The start of the School holidays came on Saturday and also my eldest sons girlfriend came to stay with us for the week. My son had kindly passed his tummy bug on to me so I spent most of Saturday feeling really queasy, gee thanks!
After a morning of feeding the family with a nice English breakfast we had a lovely afternoon at Xscape at Castleford on Sunday, where the family divided at Cineworld Castleford and went to see different films three of us went to see the new TMNT movie and the other two watched Maze Runner.
After a quick session at Laser Quest we drove home via the Fish and Chip shop to save mum from having to cook.
I hope next week is less eventful but somehow do not think it will be after all it is the School holidays, wish me luck!