I wrote to our wonderful psych the other day to give her an update on where we’re at with Archie and she wrote back with

“well - looks like the roller coaster is speeding along there!Why can it never be easy? I guess to stretch the analogy - we ride the crests with exhilaration and weather the depths with a strong feeling of motion sickness. I feel for you.”

The roller coast that is our life with Archie continues to take corkscrew like twists and turns.  We managed to find an OT that can see her at the beginning of August so that’s good news.  Her pre-interview check sheet is quite thorough and covers a lot of the areas we’re concerned with so fingers crossed something good will come of it.

We received Archie’s report on the last day of school.  It was written by her lovely old teacher and is potentially the best that she’s received yet.  It still makes me laugh with comments such as “Archie developed an understanding of chess this year.”   Right.  “Archie has an understanding of simple fractions.”  Hmmm…ok.  You don’t know she can do complex fraction work because you don’t ask!

But on the whole, for Archie, it was an excellent report.

Then yesterday I get voicemail from Mrs T – our friend and Archie’s teacher from last year.  Ring me – she demands – I have VERY exciting news.

We played telephone tag for the next couple of hours but when we finally caught up she did indeed have very exciting news.  At the end of last year she began grooming several teachers to see which would be best for Archie this year.  Her top pick was a good friend of hers who “was excited about the opportunity to work with Archie.”  Sadly, classes were collapsed and others were changed and her friend missed out on the class.

Well – she’s got it now!  She’s been given the class for the rest of the year.  She is also meeting with our wonderful Mrs T for lunch today to get information on Archie.  It looks like we’ll have a team of 3 (me, Mrs T, and the new teacher) working in the background for Archie.  This could be VERY good.

So we dip and dive again and live in eternal hope that we may at least get a great 6 months.  For me, that’ll do for the moment.

Archie’s mum.