Happy and the Plant

Strange title given what we're dealing with but I'm sick of whingeing and I'm sure everyone is sick of reading/hearing it.
Phill rang the school and we went and talked to the principal.  To say I am disappointed in him is an understatement and today was more of the same except that he has offered to have Emily take her exams away from the other kids.  There are three or four other students in the same boat.  Why, I wonder?  Are the thugs running the place now?  I told him she isn't coming back to school full time and that I will be coming with her when she does her exams and will wait for her. 
But tonight we are happy, Phill has gone to work and the kids are out in the lounge room laughing over YouTube clips.  Emily is so different, although she has sad times when I am sure she is wondering what the future holds for her.  I have been doing a lot of thinking and school has never been easy for her.  Not long after she started kindergarten she started pulling her hair out due to stress and had to see a school counsellor even then.  I just think some kids aren't meant to be at school.  There has been no arguments, and she is helping out in the house, when Phill and I got home from Wagga the other day she had cleaned up the kitchen without having to be asked.  That is huge for our Em.  I think she will feel better once these exams are out of the way and we can look forward to next year either in distance ed or at TAFE. 
Josh has said he is fine about going back to school, he admitted he over dramatised a bit, but I think he's more worried about me than himself as he's seen me suffer over all this stuff with Emily and he has such a kind heart.  But I do think if he can tough it out he is better to be at school.  He is growing so big, I can't believe my baby will be 14 on Monday, and it won't be too long before no bully will want to mess with him.
I do know the stress is really starting to catch up with me though, I have a headache that won't go away and my neck and back are sore and tight.  I am thinking of going back on the antidepressants that I have been off for so long.
So for now I'm not going to worry (or try not to) and look forward to the weekend when we will go to Canberra for Josh's birthday, he wants to go to Questacon.
I don't follow a lot of blogs and not many read mine but the ones who do and comment here, truly make such a difference with their kind wisdom, especially when I often feel so alone and isolated.  Thank you, I feel lucky to know you.

Years ago, when Katy wasn't much more than a baby, and before I met Phill, I bought a plant.  I don't know its botanical name but we always called them "Happy Plants".  I remember buying it because it cost me more than I would normally pay for a plant at that time, existing as we did on a very limited income.  I had it in a cane basket.  Over the years it grew, after I met Phill, he re potted it a couple of times until it was probably close to five foot tall.  In family photos you can often see it in various stages of growth, as the children also grew.  I loved it but we had to leave it behind when we moved to Western Australia, with all our other plants.  The other day Phill came home with this one.  He never buys houseplants and I was touched that he remembered our old happy plant and what it meant to me.  I really think he is trying, and I want to try too, to be honest there isn't a lot else I can do so we may as well make the best of it all.  I wonder if this plant will last as long and grow as my grandchildren grow?