For Part 1, please press here. After a year of disrupted education, Grown-Up Lad returned to school and decided to put himself forward...

We are a controversial lot, we parents with different kids. We spend our lives negotiating, trying to smooth a path through the rocky...

I love September, it always brings fresh hope and this year has given me the opportunity to put my mid-life crisis on ice for a while -...

Six years ago I trained to become a volunteer. The friend who ran the course recognised, tactfully, that it would be families like mine...

I lost my temper, blew my stack, hit the roof. I flipped my lid, flew off the handle, went ballistic. I might even have lost my rag,...

If you looked into my house, what would you see? Would you see two children sitting opposite each other at the dining table, quietly...

Something small and bleary-eyed has just flung itself into my bed. I'd like to say that it is because my youngest is super-keen to have...

Back in the bad old days, when communication was limited and meltdowns were frequent, getting to school at all, let alone on time, could...

None of us wanted to be there, especially me; ‘If this is a bloody support group, I’m off’. Twelve prickly strangers, corralled together...

Once upon a time there was a Little Lad of two and a half years, who didn’t speak. His Mummy wasn’t worried because she knew that it was...

OH GOOD GRIEF, once I started I couldn’t stop. Inspired by the finest post I’ve ever read, SEND Bingo by the effervescent Annie at...

So, we are moving.  Both children require a school place for September.  I have done my homework.  I have sat in front of a map and have...

A note to his teacher in April 2016. I find maths easy in my brains.  I am able to read maths questions and crack the answer out of it’s...

Ah, another day, another group of children taking the piss out of my boy. Every time he tells me that something has happened, I grill him...