I haven't blogged for the last couple of days, sleeplessness and The Git's initiation into big school have distracted me.
I have had a 'triffic' day. Hairdressers followed by sunbed and picking my lovely kids up from the station along with Miss Princess (granddaughter Angelina) who was wearing jeans, sweat shirt and tutu, topped with tiara. Why can't I wear that every day! I took the Chicklets out for lunch and insisted on wearing Angel's tiara for at least an hour. I may have had some funny looks but hell, its good to play! The Chicklets are quite used to their Ma's embarrassing behaviour!
How the heck did such a rebel manage to have such beautiful children. The 24 and 21 year old have counselled me throughout their young lives and my parents have been on hand to instill morals and discipline. So I guess it really is a team affair. I was so delighted when The Git came home from school and we were all under one roof, something that happens once in a Blue Moon, Christmas and Birthdays. Seeing all of them together gave me such a rush!
I was driving them all to the station, trying unsuccessfully to control my road rage and it was the first time I had, had them all in my car for god knows how long. I was struck by a terrible sense of responsibility and a huge fear for them all, their lives and what was about to come. Wow....does that mean I have finally grown up? Just to say my gorgeous kids (indulge me for a moment) your Ma loves you so much x
The Git started big school 10 days ago and we have already had our first foray into the world of detentions and stern notes home. The Git does not understand the lay of the land at the moment, so whilst enjoying his new found sense of freedom, he is constantly being watched and challenged at every doorway. He is pretty exhausted and bewildered but he has to (unfortunately) toe the line at some point.
In a way I feel great sympathy for those that teach and in another I feel great disdain for those that teach because they cannot do! Yeah, I know, it has all been said before but just as my father taught me to make up my own mind about things, one of his wisest sayings was that you could only be taught so much, the rest you have to learn for yourself. The Git may be challenging but blessed with a semi-photographic memory I will not worry about him and let him make his own way. It is me, I shall worry about, dealing with my terrible reputation with teachers thus far. I know I am recognized within teaching circles as 'Monster Mother'. But this if is what I have had to do to protect my son, so be it, deal with it!
Let me explain. The Git's brain is wired a little differently from ours and takes some understanding but I am delighted that, with my support he has managed to remain in mainstream school. Yeah! I have fought tooth and nail for this but I have also been belittled, and treated with disdain by those that do not 'do'! I have cried, embarrassed myself and yelled at some of these teachers but no more! I am a different person now and will not take shit from those who know nothing else than their own front door. I will keep you updated.
I should really update you on the 'blokes' situation but as I write my poor mother is driving up some 40 odd miles from Falmouth with the Git (it is 5 to midnight) as despite going to stay with the parents he wants to come home. God ! She is bloody heroic! I would smother him with a pillow....joke.
More Later
Muse x
I have had a 'triffic' day. Hairdressers followed by sunbed and picking my lovely kids up from the station along with Miss Princess (granddaughter Angelina) who was wearing jeans, sweat shirt and tutu, topped with tiara. Why can't I wear that every day! I took the Chicklets out for lunch and insisted on wearing Angel's tiara for at least an hour. I may have had some funny looks but hell, its good to play! The Chicklets are quite used to their Ma's embarrassing behaviour!
How the heck did such a rebel manage to have such beautiful children. The 24 and 21 year old have counselled me throughout their young lives and my parents have been on hand to instill morals and discipline. So I guess it really is a team affair. I was so delighted when The Git came home from school and we were all under one roof, something that happens once in a Blue Moon, Christmas and Birthdays. Seeing all of them together gave me such a rush!
I was driving them all to the station, trying unsuccessfully to control my road rage and it was the first time I had, had them all in my car for god knows how long. I was struck by a terrible sense of responsibility and a huge fear for them all, their lives and what was about to come. Wow....does that mean I have finally grown up? Just to say my gorgeous kids (indulge me for a moment) your Ma loves you so much x
The Git started big school 10 days ago and we have already had our first foray into the world of detentions and stern notes home. The Git does not understand the lay of the land at the moment, so whilst enjoying his new found sense of freedom, he is constantly being watched and challenged at every doorway. He is pretty exhausted and bewildered but he has to (unfortunately) toe the line at some point.
In a way I feel great sympathy for those that teach and in another I feel great disdain for those that teach because they cannot do! Yeah, I know, it has all been said before but just as my father taught me to make up my own mind about things, one of his wisest sayings was that you could only be taught so much, the rest you have to learn for yourself. The Git may be challenging but blessed with a semi-photographic memory I will not worry about him and let him make his own way. It is me, I shall worry about, dealing with my terrible reputation with teachers thus far. I know I am recognized within teaching circles as 'Monster Mother'. But this if is what I have had to do to protect my son, so be it, deal with it!
Let me explain. The Git's brain is wired a little differently from ours and takes some understanding but I am delighted that, with my support he has managed to remain in mainstream school. Yeah! I have fought tooth and nail for this but I have also been belittled, and treated with disdain by those that do not 'do'! I have cried, embarrassed myself and yelled at some of these teachers but no more! I am a different person now and will not take shit from those who know nothing else than their own front door. I will keep you updated.
I should really update you on the 'blokes' situation but as I write my poor mother is driving up some 40 odd miles from Falmouth with the Git (it is 5 to midnight) as despite going to stay with the parents he wants to come home. God ! She is bloody heroic! I would smother him with a pillow....joke.
More Later
Muse x
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