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Date: 11 May 2005 11:49:16
Don't you just love times like these? The times when you're doing something which you have every right to do, but still have that feeling at the back of your mind that you're actually doing something really quite naughty:D
Like lying in in the morning reading my book when I'm on holiday, or going to McDonalds with the kids simply because Dad's away and I don't have to be home to make him tea.
It's like that right now. Because of a rearrangement I made with the timetable (would you believe they'd forgotten, in planning the exam timetable for SATs, that they'd also arranged for my maths group to go swimming? Needless to say I was running round like an idiot yesterday rearranging the test time so the kids taking the test would actually BE IN SCHOOL!) I have agreed to work this afternoon to cover a Year Seven Maths test. Which means that my lessons this morning have been cancelled and, rather than them pay me to stay in school doing nothing, they agreed that I could come home and spend a couple of hours over lunchtime here rather than sitting in the staffroom twiddling my thumbs. So I'm here, mid morning, waiting to make some lunch for me and dad, and feeling decidedly naughty when I just walked out of school after break, got in my car and drove away.
Shame I've got to go back, really.
Mind you, I need to build up my reserves for this evening. Tiddles has lost his entire games kit. He didn't bother mentioning it, apparently, because he thought I wouldn't mind. Thought I wouldn't mind???? I ask you! He was a little taken aback at having to mend the roof where I flew through it when he told me. £100-worth of stuff, just disappeared somewhere in the depths of school, he knows not how or where. Despite me having paid £5 for a replacement locker key so he had somewhere safe to keep his kit. So I'm going to school to supervise him going through lost property and finding it. Then, on the way home, we're calling at the music shop to replace his broken drumsticks and at the bus station to pick up the entire climbing kit (brand new trousers, t-shirt, jumper, trainers and water bottle) which he left on the bus last week.
Hard to know how to handle it for the best. He's decided that there's nothing he can do about all these things he loses because he's just forgetful and that's it. It's just the way he's made. No use me getting irritated. I'll just have to replace the things and if I punish him, I punish him. Fair enough. He's just stupid that way. How do I get him round this to realise that actually he's perfectly capable of putting some strategies into place to make life a little easier. When I stress how easy some of these strategies are, it simply reinforces to him that he's stupid for not doing them. How to get him past that to seeing that he's actually capable of giving it a try? But I certainly cannot afford to keep replacing things like this or having our life organised round trips to various lost property offices. Nor can we continue to put up with late-night tantrums because I won't let him do the spelling practise he's supposed to have been doing all week... even though he had an hour earlier where he sat doing nothing and declared he had no homework. Apparently it's my fault he has detention today for not doing them. ;)
I don't know. Good job I love him (and good job Smudgelet is far more organised!). But right now, I don't care about any of that. I'm home, and everyone else is working. Yippeeeeeeeeee !