That’s what it feels like most days- because no matter what I try and do to get myself and Damien through “this”- I run into wall after wall after wall after wall after wall… I’ve been having an “I-wanna-cry-in-my-custard” day today, and then, at a little before 1pm, my phone rings. I SWEAR it rings differently when the school phones me because even though it said “private call” or something like that, I just KNEW it was the school again. The teacher on the other end (I think she’s a teacher- she’s not the one I usually talk to though) tells me Damien was caught bunking class in the school toilets. I say little, I mean- what can I say? So Mrs. R tells me she wants me to please come and see her as soon as possible because Damien is only in grade 8 and it’s his second offence in two days and “…as I’m sure you’re aware…” (says she) his track record isn’t wonderful and he has enough demerits to warrant a disciplinary hearing before the school board. When will it suit me to see her? I ask if I can see her today? She tells me she already has another parent coming to see her today- how’s tomorrow morning? I say okay, and she hangs up.
Just what I needed today!
So initially I tell my boss I’m going to be late tomorrow- and I tell him a little about why. He says it’s cool. Then I go to the loo after speaking to mommy darling- and I start crying! I phone my boss again and ask if I can have tomorrow off. He’s cool with that too- isn’t he fabulous!? I’m very blessed!
So after all this I have to go and fetch Damien from school and drop him off at the after school care. I decide en-route not to say anything, that we can discuss it when we get home tonight. Then he surprises me by bringing it up himself!! He tells me he had a free period, needed the loo; looked around for a teacher to sign his permission list; didn’t see one and went anyway. He tells me that he did some bluetoothing and chatted with tjommies while there, and on the way back to class a teacher stops him and asks where his signed permission list is. Since he doesn’t have one- he is escorted to the office and I am phoned. After yesterday’s debacle he’s not exactly “innocent” in anyone’s eyes! He understands that he should have waited for a teacher, he understands that he should have had his homework diary with him regardless if whether it was signed or not, and he understands that in breaking those two rules he is NOT really innocent… he also understands that he has a bad reputation already which does not inspire confidence!
Back to the drawing board…
I’ll let you know tomorrow what the meeting’s outcomes are…
(…and no prizes for guessing where the title comes from…)
There Is Never An Excuse
One in three is not a statistic - one in three is a crying shame.