Fidgeted through GCSE options meeting at school and spent most of time looking at the gym apparatus hanging from the ceiling. Still a dozen ropes chained together and swagged back to each side of the room like a curtain. Also two sets of wooden parallel bars suspended like a guillotine. Are they actually used, or just there to invoke fearful memories in parents and take us back to our own schooling?
Still, at least they now provide chairs and we don’t have to sit cross legged in fart inducing position.
Took husband who was even more wriggly than me. Wish I’d dragged Jamie instead, but last time we went together he told me off.
Jamie: Put your phone away
Me: Just deleting old messages
Jamie: You’re not paying attention
Me: What?
Count on Jamie knowing more about this than me and that he can tell me what he - and I -should be doing. I just throw in odd suggestions, like how about Beauty course, and hope he ignores me.
Unlike Daniel’s college letter.
Me: You’ve got to write to college this week, accepting the place they’ve offered
Daniel: Have I?
Me: It said so in their letter
Daniel: What else does it say?
Me: I don’t know, I haven’t read it
Daniel: So why did you take it?
My irresponsibility again proven, I know why people say they don’t feel grown up enough to be parents. It’s all very well feeling I’m still twenty something, it’s not so good I still act that way and don’t do the things I should. Just relieved boys are 14 and 16 and so far I’ve got away with it.
Never realised that becoming a parent meant you’d be taught responsibility by your children.
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