This past week was the week of preparing to do battle over Number One Son's status at the primary school. After receiving word that he had not qualified for the CLUE program (I don't know what it stands for), we went into a funk and then started to gather evidence and advocates for a counter argument. As it turns out, he can't be tested again this year, so we'll work on things the best we can until next year.
He has begun complaining that his stomach hurts, and has mentioned that he's bored at school. We'll keep trying for his sake, but it's frustrating.
We also learned what happened that made his test scores come out lower than they probably should have: when the time came for the test, a woman that he did not know came and got him, then took him to a room he'd never been in, and then he was under the impression that he was to work through the test as quickly as possible. That's a trifecta of trouble for our little introvert. It may be that he never qualifies for the gifted student class, but I would feel more comfortable with the result if the test had been given in a way so as to reach a reliable, valid result.
We also had a pitiful moment with him yesterday. When we got home from church, he was acting really odd--didn't want to eat, complained about his stomach and head hurting. I went back to check on him after he had been in his room for a while, and asked what was going on. He told me that when he was in sunday school, the teacher kept asking so so many questions, that his brain felt like it was going to "pop." After a bit more fruitless questioning, The Runner decided that she would have him draw it. Which he did. As it turns out, she was asking questions that he didn't know the answer to, apparently working her way around the table, and he got really embarrassed and anxious (look at all the question marks around his little figure). Poor guy.
Speaking of poor guys, Little Red had a bout with asthma this past weekend. Kept him up a good portion of Friday night/Saturday morning, which meant that it kept the parents up. Yes, I did my stint too. There was a big plus: on Saturday afternoon it was just me and him at the house, and when he's by himself, he's a different child. We did maze after maze and colored about a dozen pictures, and played board games, and he was as happy as a clam. It was nice...I'm not sure I've ever done that with him before.
Still putting the house back together after the carpet-related disarray.
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