Well it’s Wednesday morning and I am having my coffee as a pleasant treat and not as a desperate calming measure after another stress-ridden school morning.
M’s PSA (Pupil support assistant) returned to school yesterday after 3 days off. I imagine that it was pre-booked leave before she accepted the job, and I have no problem with that, although I know in general teaching staff don’t take time off during term time. And I am also very grateful that it was a planned absence rather than illness so that we could prepare M for the change.
The temporary PSA was lovely. She has lots of experience, was very approachable, and knew not to let M take the mickey. All 3 days apparently went well, and M did some great work during school hours.
However, M obviously did not appreciate the change in routine. The screaming, violence and meltdowns over what appeared to be nothings have been much in evidence. Until yesterday afternoon. After home time, a snack and a change of clothes she was quite happy to be taken off to dancing practice by one of my friends who had volunteered (a total change but one I had a) cleared with M and b) made a visual for) and then she ate her dinner and even coped brilliantly with her weekly hair wash at bath time without any fallout.
So, we have to assume that the change of PSA was something she just could not seem to process and deal with. This time at least. Maybe if it happens again she might be less anxious as she will fully understand that it is temporary. But for today my wee girl is happily chuffing along, back on track.
Blatant use of a train analogy! Photo found on http://www.justyou.co.uk