By 7:30am, Tiger was clutching his bookbag and waiting by the door for his first day back. Ocelot meanwhile was desperately trying to finish some Algebra on her DragonBox app. She was nearly ready for school as I had already dressed her, given her a meal replacement liquid breakfast, brushed her hair, made her lunch, packed her bag and administered her meds. All she had to do was put her shoes on. She was enticed into the car by the bribe of more Algebra.
Once at school, she refused to get out of the car, then refused to enter the playground, ignored her best friend, hit me, scratched me, whipped me with her coat, floored her brother and then refused to enter her form room.
It was a rough morning.
It has suddenly occurred to me that we’ve been having this behaviour every morning for the past few months, however, over half term, mornings were easy, relaxed and she so much happier.