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Date: 14 October 2004 19:11:16
Now I've fallen out with my sons.
Smudgelet came home from school without a new reading book again. I had mentioned it to his teacher yesterday at parents' evening and she'd said it was because he wasn't putting it in for changing. She would look out for it especially today and check it was changed. He tells me indignantly that today he DID put it in for changing and the teacher JUST HADN'T BOTHERED to change it again, and it wasn't until I threatened to take him up to the school and complain that the teacher was lazy that he admitted that he hadn't bothered to hand it in AGAIN. Nor had he handed his homework in AGAIN - even though we'd been through a strategy for him to remember it.
Tiddles then comes home with an admisison. The homework that he said the maths teacher a) hadn't given him on Monday and b) hadn't had time to photocopy a spare sheet of on Tuesday or Wednesday was actually in his bag all the time. His teacher had seen where I had recounted his excuses in his diary and had hauled him over the coals, saying that if it wasn't in first thing tomorrow he'd have detention. As I set off to hide away in the bath, Tiddles asks me to help him with his homework because he doesn't have a clue where to start. I know he's done the work in class because they're following the same course as I am with mine! He wants me to explain all there is to know about fractions, decimals and percentages in ten minutes before he does his homework and I get in the bath. I refuse. He thinks I am the most hated mother since the beginning of time.
I ask them both to continue tidying their room as they are grounded until it is half-way tidy. I'd gone in in the night to comfort them because they were frightened of the thunder and done myself multiple injuries by stubbing my toe on the chair left in the middle of the floor and treading on several bits of lego, not to mention dirty tissues and underwear. An hour later, with both of them "hard at work" in there, and I can hardly spot the difference. And when I asked them to put their dirty underwear in the washbasket, they swore blind that they had, even though they were standing on them at the time! Oh, and Tiddles has lost two fifteen pound coats, his five pound bus pass and his "five-pound-for-a-replacement" locker key and thinks I'm unreasonable for getting annoyed about it.
I give in. I'm going to bed.
(Oh for a hug! :( )