After The Triumph Of Wednesday (and subsequent Appointment With Bucket of Wednesday night) the boy was much better yesterday, and fed up not being able to go to day 2 of the new school.
He felt much better yesterday, and behaved himself by getting to bed at a sensible 9pm. In fact, he was up at 6.30 this morning, bright-eyed and functioning. With 2 lessons this morning that he was looking forward to doing - art and drama. I was going to do the bus journey with him as he was a bit apprehensive about it being crowded. Hell, we would have gone by taxi again if need be..
So, it could only go downhill from there? Oh yes, indeed. Back under the duvet, pretending to ignore me, refusing to respond to praise, deals, ultimatums.... I've got a Bad Feeling about the outcome on day one of term in September.
It has brought me down so much this year that the only thing to keep me sane is to fight fire with fire. To keep my own life going - hence when he won't leave the house I still go out to meet friends for coffee, go thrifting, keep doing an interesting, challenging and exhausting job with other peoples' kids, blog about bad diy... right now I just feel like making sure that by the weekend that the crew in charge of News International will be out of work.