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Date: 15 March 2007 21:46:42
I still haven't killed him... not yet, anyway.
Note to self: this joke is probably best not shared with Educational Welfare Officers who, when they say “We have to check up periodically, as otherwise he might be buried under the patio for all we know”, do not find their own joke quite so amusing when you reply “Oooh, that's tempting!”
It's a bit of a nightmare, to be honest, but today I have written the letter which formally removes him from the school roll and invites the EWO to come and chat about how I intend to provide for him. What I have not yet devised is how precisely I am going to persuade a disillusioned and very young fourteen-year-old that he actually does have to knuckle down and work without me standing over him and uttering dire threats. To say nothing of his continued (though far reduced) untrustworthiness which is driving both him and me to distraction. Oh, and have I mentioned the rather desperate state of his little brother who feels utterly neglected (needless to say, he isn't.... I'm making such an effort to spend both quality and quantity time with him that I'm almost exploding in the attempt... but nobody said feelings/perceptions have to match reality, did they?)
I feel a bit under attack at the moment. Now let's see: in addition to the situation with my boys, I have... an unsettled work environment with interviews for headship taking place yesterday and today (I wonder which one got the job... hope it was the one I chose!) and deputy appointments to follow... a new classroom that I don't particularly like, and all my resources still in the old room awaiting relocation in a “spare moment”.... A central heating boiler which hasn't worked properly since December and keeps cutting out... a new front door which needs replacing as it doesn't actually shut properly (been battling with B&Q since May over that one!)... a stove which has become dangerous to use... a computer which keeps cutting out and needs properly sorting out... toothache (yes, again)... a video recorder that's suddenly decided to eat the tapes... a puncture in a tyre.... And here I sit in darkness because the fuse has blown for the lights and the fuse box is obsolete so I have to drive to an obscure little electricians five miles away to get a replacement and I haven't had chance yet.
Oh, and I miss my dad.