Same routine this morning ‘Mummy, Mummy, Mummy’ shouted Summer through her bedroom door. Up I dashed as Friday’s are always a fight to get everyone washed dressed and out the house by 8.30 am to get Riley to pre-school for 9 am. If anyone lives or knows of Canterbury they will also know the traffic is murder!
I had a very special moment with my little Riley this morning which is the ‘good’ part of this blog. Riley gave me some amazing eye contact when I walked into his room and cuddled me back when I said morning, my heart skipped a beat! Then Riley stood for a few minutes in front of his mirror, playing, babbling, watching himself. I knew I was going to be late and although rushing him would make sense I stood enjoying and savoring every moment watching my little man act in this ‘new manor’ that I had never seen before.
Head over to my Instagram to see the mini video clip of Riley – @mumsymum
Breakfast sorted. Bags packed, in the car we jump, iPad – check and we’re off!
The bad part – Usual routine on arrival. Riley, Summer and I walked along the hospital corridors making our way to the pre-school entrance. Riley went off as usual over to the magnetic blocks and I had a chat with a key worker questioning where everyone was. The ratio was 4:2 today which is a little annoying as Riley is entitled to 1:1. The key worker made comments like it’s going to be manic, ‘he’ will be out part of the session for speech and language therapy anyway. He?? Oh you mean my son Riley, who actually has a name! This one particular person has a face like a slapped arse and despite my hard efforts to make small talk with her she’s still the same! You work in a fricking special needs environment with small children show some empathy, support or even just a friendly reassuring face!
I did my usual crouching down to Riley’s eye level and said goodbye so he knew I was going. I got just outside the door when I heard him screaming. I turned to walk back in but another key worker had gotten to the door before me opening this onto Riley’s head…bang! Further screams and tears…seriously?? Do you not have eyes?! I finally calmed Riley down cuddling him and taking him outside into the fresh air to play on the slide. He seemed happy enough and after a while I left saying I would come back and collect Riley if he got further distressed. I wanted to pull Riley out there and then, I’d had such a lovely morning I didn’t want to leave my little boy there if it was going to cause them to be ‘manic’
Summer and I jump in the car and head the other side of Canterbury. I was attending a ‘learn how to sign’ course and it was Summer’s first time being left in the creche. After just 1 tantrum Summer seems fine and the creche workers kept reassuring me Summer was fine which put my mind at ease. I continued to try and call Riley’s pre-school to check on Riley 3, 4, 5, 6 times and still no answer!
I walk into the room where the course was being held, no introduction and barely even a welcome. I made small talk with a few lady’s who were absolutely lovely. After paperwork was completed and a VERY unexpected, unprepared for maths test, the course began. The ugly part of the blog (hands over eyes)
There was a lot of repetition and no sign of any structure to the class if I’m honest. Without going into too much depth at this stage as there are still another 2 parts of this course, between you and I there was a lot of debating going on in that small room! I was under the impression it was a signing course and I of course expressed my reasons for attending. That this course would hopefully be a way I can communicate with my severely autistic 3 year old son. Whilst the tutor discussed both BSL (British Sign Language) and Makaton so he could cater to all our needs. Not everyone was happy about this and wanted one or the other. I sat back and didn’t say much, which is a first for me! He explained how the signs were very similar and how he wanted the course to be something for everyone. We shall see what drama the next session brings…tbc
11:45am and I needed to get to the hospital to collect Riley. Naughty Mummy gives Summer a tube of smarties to keep her quiet on the way over. Just as we pull up Summer starts screaming I assume she has bitten her finger or her lip as I couldn’t see anything drastic. She settles, I put on the CBeebies album and run in to get Riley.
A different lady was at the door today and she said Riley had had a wonderful session. She always seems really friendly and positive which to be honest is the kind of attitude I like/ want to receive. I pick Riley up, because now he decides he doesn’t want to leave! I notice a graze on his chin and I question if he fell over today? The ‘unhelpful’ woman said ‘oh yes he had a touch with the steps’ Erm….a touch? Maybe this is the inner overprotective mother talking but isn’t there is a big difference between a ‘touch’ and a smack on the pavement causing a bright red graze? I dunno – get us out of here I thought! What do you think? But even more to the point why wasn’t I being told my son had a bang and be signing some sort of accident book? 🙁 I marched out making a quick small talk with a passing mum about her larger buggy before putting Riley in his car seat.
Uh oh….blood?! Summer had somehow broken her small china Hamley’s teapot and I’m guessing cut her finger on this. I run back in to get some tissue and a plaster from reception. Drama drama drama!
(Poorly finger is all better)
To cut a long story short I ordered an Apple pro Smart Keyboard which was meant to be delivered on Wednesday. Rather than leaving it with the many close by neighbours I am lucky to have it was taken back to the office and I wasn’t able to collect until the following day, Thursday! I open the package and to my surprise I’d been sent out an Apple Pencil instead! I was livid and had to make phone calls to reorder and arrange a return blah blah blah! I asked when I reordered that notes be put on so if I were out to leave the package with a neighbour. Guess what…back to flipping office it went and I cannot collect until tomorrow! Talk about bloody grief!!!!
Fingers crossed tomorrow will be a better morning and most all I collect a keyboard and NOT a pencil.
Mumsy Mum x