The Lodger and Us

'Mum, I'm so sad for Jesus having a Last Supper! It is the saddest thing ever. It's horrible. Nobody should have a last supper!' 'Don't worry about the Last Supper' 'How can I not worry. Will I have a Last Supper?' 'No' 'How do you know?' 'It's something you don't need to even think about.' 'I am thinking about it' 'Well why don't you go for a nice sleep and dream of pirates' 'Which pirate?' 'Hook?' 'Ok, Hook is the best pirate. Did Hook have a last supper?' 'No!' 'Are you sure?' 'Yes!' 'I'm so sad about the last supper!' 'Ok.' 'Mum, how can there be Christmas if Jesus is dead?' 'I really think you should sleep now!' 'Mum, I'm not one bit happy about this!' 'I know you're not but how about, you can go for your sleep and forget about it all while you're sl...

The Lodger recently had his first school tour. The week leading up to the much- anticpated school tour started with an unexplained bout of challenging behaviour.  The Lodger went back to school after his midterm break on Monday. He didn’t have the best day, a bit tired, a little bit oppositional, but we put it down to back to school feelings (and I kept my fingers crossed that he wasn't getting sick!) Tuesday continued in the same breath! I was perplexed as he was fine at home, his usual happy Lodger self!  I had a chat with his teacher and SNA after school and no light was shared but we decided maybe it was school tour excitement??  That was until, Tuesday evening and myself and the lodger were  having a little chat about things using my “I’m not trying to find out anything but really I am” strategy.... and for some unknown reason, he had gotten it into his head that he wouldn’t be having snack or lunch on his school tour. Alarm bells rang, Take ...