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Date: 08 October 2004 15:17:24
OK, so the title for my blog is a bit of wishful thinking. Some days I could happily call a halt on this teaching lark, not to mention being a mother.
Tiddles had a near-tantrum this morning. The reason was my utter unfairness. I can see that now. I mean, I asked him to take off the coat he was wearing and give it to his little brother. How could I, especially on such a cold day. Granted, it was his brother's coat. And granted, the reason Tiddles didn't have his own coat on was because he has yet again left it in school, but it was totally unreasonable of me to expect him to relinquish the one he was wearing, even though I had a brand new one waiting for him in the car.
Smudgelet had a near- tantrum too because he hadn't got a clean t-shirt to put on. Remember when I asked them to put three school shirts in the washing machine and he didn't? Needless to say they haven't been found, and the one that he took off last night has run away to find them. I'm his mother, aren't I? I should provide a limitless source of clean clothing as this is my prime role in life. And surely I don't expect him to look in his underwear drawer for his underwear?
K had a tantrum in my class. That was all my fault too. First of all I had had the gall to ask him to tuck his shirt in when he came in from break. Then I asked him to draw a square. I should have known better than to expect an eleven-year-old to know what a square was. Especially after the whole year-group had just had a massive telling-off from the Headmaster. J, of course, joined him in his tantrum, just so that he didn't need to feel he was being singled out.
Still, W brought her homework in - first time this term. Shame her brother's lost his again.
If anyone's looking for me, I'll be the one under the duvet in a little ball, wishing the world away. May I have a tantrum, please?