It's started. It's been exciting for one (high school!), boring for one and traumatic for one.
One of our children is grieving all he has lost. There continues to be much sadness. He holds it together in school but then we'll be doing something and I'll look up to find him in tears. I'll be giving a bedtime cuddle and notice that my shoulder is wet. At dinner time I'll suddenly realise that one is crying.
People say that children are adaptable and quickly get used to any change.
I think this is rubbish.
Children are as variable as adults. A child who has lost something precious and realises it will grieve. And so he should.
But it's exhausting. I'm spending hours each day comforting, counselling and cuddling.
Yeah, I've started work too. I've taught the same lesson 12 times in the last 2 days (But it was a good lesson. Was = past tense.)) From next week I'll do two lessons - one repeated 6 times and one 12 times.
I miss my old job too.