Sorry for another huge gap in posting. Jenny was poorly last week with an up-and-down fever. I took her to school two days in a row, thinking that the down would stay down, only to be called by the school halfway through the morning to come and fetch her. We didn’t try school on Thursday and then she returned, finally free of the fever on Friday.
The weekend was manic – I suppose in a good way – as I went to a conference on the Saturday, and then there was the double-bonus of Father’s Day and Mr Angelfeet’s birthday on Sunday. After the busy cycle-ride weekend the previous weekened, I could have really done with spending a day in bed!
This week has been slightly less packed, although it has been difficult emotionally. Jenny had a wobble going into school on Tuesday. This is not the first time. It has been going on since shortly after Mum died. Some mornings she has been OK ish, but it has mostly been every day otherwise. She will cling to me, some mornings she will cry, sometimes she has to be prised off and taken into the classroom. Apparently she is alright once she’s in, and she comes out of class in the afternoon in a perfectly jolly mood.
I flipped a bit on Tuesday, partly because we had had a couple of days when going in had been fuss-free, and probably because I am feeling a bit wobbly myself. We sat outside the class and she wept in my arms, while I tried not to. Her lovely class teacher called us in and took us off to an empty room. Have you ever cried in front of a primary school teacher? Yes, probably when you were 6; less likely than you’re 44. Oh well. Lovely teacher suggested some incentives for Jenny to come into class fuss-free for the rest of the week, and fingers crossed, she seems to have responded to that, at least for the rest of this week.
The school are trying to organise some family counselling, and they have been very supportive. I feel a bit floored, because surely, as a therapist, I should be able to handle this differently. But, as a therapist, I know it doesn’t work like that.
And we’re completing the sale on Mum’s house next week. It will mean I have to spend this weekend, finalising decisions on contents and clearing out anything I want to keep. So there goes that weekend too.
It will be good to get it done.
