One day back and I’m feeling exhausted already.
Not that anything’s really happened, but I can see that there’s a good chance that we’re winding up to needing some Meetings with the School to sort through some things.
However much a modern school may have a just-drop-in, open-door policy, it can still be a big screwing up your courage sort of thing to go and talk about an issue. It can mean time off work for one or both parents, getting someone to look after younger kids, or trying to have a serious discussion with them romping around your feet. The phone isn’t always an option for non-straightforward matters.
So you don’t jump in when it’s still a speck on the horizon. You wait, you gather evidence, you check through your options. And however unwittingly, you find yourself rehearsing the possible scenarios and trying so hard not to script yourself. In this case, I don’t think I could script myself, because I have no idea what I can actually say other than “We’re not happy that…” I like to have at least some idea of what the possible solutions might be.
Drawing a blank right now.
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