In that way people do when they talk about Christmas, when it comes to the first year of school, 'This time next week it'll all be over'.
There's just the school disco, concert, class party, sports gala and bring your own toys in day left. We've had parents evening and school reports have been issued. There might be a week left to go, but I think we can say we've, almost, made it to the end of term relatively unscathed. Well I say unscathed, the boy is currently sporting a terrific shiner from a wayward ball smacking him in the face at playtime.
In the last week or so my Facebook timeline has been awash with proud parents saying what clever little darlings they have.
Do I begrudge them their joy? Of course not.
Do I feel happy for them? Of course I do
Does it get on my nerves? Of course it does. (alright, alright.....joke)
But that's the nature of Facebook if you don't want to see it, don't log in. I know the rules.
It didn't stop me one night, fuelled by red wine and frustration wanting to post,
"Ok, so my boy may not be able to read or write yet but he can play Beethoven's 5th on the ukulele with his bum. "
He can't. I was taking the mick. So luckily hubby persuaded me not to.
We don't have these huge achievements to celebrate you see. With an SEN child it's all about the 'little victories', as Fletch in 'Porridge' would say.
Thankfully those 'little victories' have been emerging, to use school report speak, this week.
We had a reasonably successful school trip to a local farm park, with no major incidents to report. In fact it was lovely to see him playing with his class mates. Social skills are coming on, he's playing with other children now not just alongside them.
His school report was warm, genuine and full of love. No he's not top of the class but he's gaining confidence everyday. It was a joy to read a report on the boy from people who actually know him and haven't just come to observe him, then think they can tell me all about him after half an hour.
I have a box of those reports and quite frankly some days I want to take the damn thing outside and burn it.
Then parents evening rolled round.
I have to admit hubby and I were nervous. The previous terms parents evening hadn't gone well. There were behaviour issues and disruption in class. We were devastated.
Since then we've all worked really hard to iron these problems out with stickers, rewards and a daily deal.
Every morning the boy and I shake hands and he repeats,
'No wee wee or poo poo accidents. I will sit nicely at carpet time. I will listen to my teacher. I will line up when they blow the whistle. Then I will get a rocket ice lolly and some buttons. Deal?'
Well it all seems to be working. This parents evening was a very different experience. The boy has progressed in every area of his IEP (Independent Education Plan) and everything is moving forward. Slowly, but it's going in the right direction.
I'm now looking forward to 6 weeks of not worrying about it. The pressure will be off and we can just muck about and play, before the leap into Year 1 in September and all the challenges that's going to bring.
The current theory by health professionals is we could be looking at autism. His teacher, hubby and I remain sceptical, but we do realise autism comes in many forms.
Of course I've still got ADHD in my mind, although the hyperactivity has calmed right down recently. That could be due to the conscience decision to cut back on sugar or it could be he's just knackered at the end of term.
Lemon Cake Lady's theory is that he has inherited my 'buggering about gene' handed down to me by my Dad.
Whatever it turns out to be Lemon Cake Lady has a point. The 'buggering about' is strong in this one and thank god it is.
It's what makes him the funny, cheeky, imaginative, creative, special little boy he is.
Not special educational needs.