Y'all really should listen to yourself when you don't feel up to going into work. I didn't feel like it as I managed to pick up a tummy bug and spent most of the morning before leaving in the loo. I was also feeling tired (not sleeping well) and low (dramas at work involving the principal - my boss - and one of the other workers who I'm good friends with and have been loyal too giving her support, encouragement and advice as she is not happy with the principal. The principal all but told me on monday that said worker has been stabbing me and others in the back. To say I was shocked was an understatement. Now said worker is wantng to go for coffee on monday - I've agreed but am not sure whether to bring up what was said to me, leave it alone, prettend nothing has happened? Oy Vey! perhaps I'll have a migraine on monday.....).
Anyway the day went from bad to worse. We have a boy in prep (which is first year of primary (elementary?) school - where kids are 5 or 6 years old) who is .....how do you put it nicely? he is the size of your average
4th grader not so much in height but in width. He should be wearing a size 5 or six but is wearing a size 20 shorts and an adult small t-shirt. The poor love can barely stand or sit on his own. He is of Maori descent and has been treated like a prince at home - indulged, spoiled, mollycoddled. His mother has little to do with him or his elder sister (she is in the year above) and they are all but raised by their grandparents.He is a right royal pain at school, bullying the other kids, tantrums when things don't go his way, which we are trying to deal with using time out, removal from the other kids plus rewarding the good behaviour. Our guidance counsellor hit the nail on the head when he said "It'd be easier to treat him like a 5 year old if he LOOKED like one - this kid could be playing front row forward for the All Blacks!).
The worst thing is he is still probably 50% not toilet trained. About 2/5 days he will have accidents - either wee or poo, sometimes both. Those are the days we know about anyway. The problem is he cannot clean himself properly because of his size and by law we are not allowed to - quite frankly I don't *want* too either. We (read I) have to keep him in sick bay until we (read I) can contact grandpa to bring a change of clothes and clean him. Usually he will take him home and then bring him back, but often the kid doesn't come back. We have limited stocks of loan clothing and not much that will fit him, esp undies.
He stood out in the yard at lunch today and let rip. The yard duty teacher bought him into sick bay and put him in the toilet to clean himself while we (read I) supervised and called home. He ended up doing more number 2 in the toileet and refused to put on the tracksuit pants we'd found because we couldn't supply undies as well. Fine, stay til grandpa comes. Grandpa arrived huffing and puffing that he never did this at home and dragged grandma in to clean him. After that he went back to class. Never mind leaving thebathroom with poo everywhere!!
What can I do, what ideas have you got to try and get this boy toilet trained? I'm at my wit's end. We've asked them to supply us with a change of clothes for him and they've said that they will but most of the time what they say and what they do......