Onto something much nicer...
ABOVE: we went out yesterday and bought me a new laptop... it's teeny tiny and oh so cute... I have to charge and deplete the battery 3 times before it's up and running optimally.... once it is I can sit and read blogs in my lounge chair again in comfort! Yaaa hooo!
ABOVE: Stew on the new computer last night 'talking' to Amanda on MSN Chat... with a video link ... so we could see her and talk to her .... it's so neat having that function again. My PC does not have that.
Righty ho... better go get the day started.... kids to school, etc. Stew had to be in at work really early this morning to sort out how to run the Christchurch Call Centre from here in Auckland.... at least until they can access their building in Christchurch again after the earthquake.
ONWARD...
Patchwork was lovely, I got the bear block blanket stitched. Then I went to the school... where I heard all that they were doing...and listened to his teacher say what he was doing in class, saw a sample of his 'writing' and just sat there and cried. Felt a fool. Left feeling like they were doing all they could, given the funding... and if it wasn't for us taking him to Speld lessons he would simply not be doing as 'well' as he is now. They certainly realise that he will need assistance with his reading/writing for literally all of his school life, and more assistance will be provided as and when he needs/qualifies for it.
I hope they are not empty promises.
It is now 1pm and I still havn't had breakfast or lunch, so that's MY next priority. Food.
Kids just got home from school... Brylee had a sealed letter for me. From the Principal. It was not good. It was BAD. She has been hitting out at kids at school... so far 5 TIMES this term! Last friday she split open some boys lip. FUCK. She is being referred to RTLB AGAIN. I can see lots of problems ahead for her if she thinks hitting someone will solve her problems/frustrations/anger. And why did the school not tell us until she had done it 5 friggin times already???
I. AM. SO. OVER. THIS. SHIT.
End of Day: feeling better, know there is not much we can do about little miss madam. She is a product of her genes. We have talked to her about her behaviour till we are blue in the face and it makes no difference. Maybe she will outgrow it. As if. Not very positive I know. Deal. nite nite.
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