Well, this is going to
be a little different to the blog post I had originally planned. I’ll just have to get to that one later!
One thing I really hate
about Julian’s condition is the complete feeling of dread I feel whenever the
phone rings and the phone number listed is his school. You know, that “Oh, shit” feeling you
get? Without realising it, you’ve pulled
your shoulders back, braced yourself and taken a deep breath before you have
even picked up the phone. I can still
feel the knots in my shoulders from this latest call from Julian’s high school
this morning . . .
Julian’s high school is
great. The Principal is fantastic and
the Year 8 Co-ordinator is unbelievable.
It’s so nice to feel safe when you wave your kids off to school, knowing
that the people whose care you are leaving them in are completely trustworthy
and that even the students care deeply about the well-being of others. The teacher’s at Julian’s school are
extremely switched on and genuinely enjoy the company of their students. This brings me back to my tight shoulders. During the staff meeting this morning, each
and every one of Julian’s teachers raised their concerns of how tired he
looks. Every single day, in each and
every class. So, we received a phone
call from the Year 8 Co-ordinator and we put our heads together (so to speak)
to come up with a plan to make Julian’s school year a bit easier on him.
After looking over his
time-table, Nigel and I have agreed to let him drop 2 subjects – Home Economics
(we’re big in the kitchen in our house, with the kids always getting involved
in cooking and baking, so it’s no huge loss there) and Japanese (while we’d
love for him to learn a language, it’s not a necessity in his life). This will give him an afternoon in the school
library to catch up on homework, do assignments and study, one afternoon off
school and a morning off, which we both agree will help him out immensely. We’re starting it as a trial from tomorrow
and we’ll see how it goes over the next few weeks.
Now, if only we can get
his sleep sorted out . . .