true blue...

We met with the year head and the vice principle. Thank god the vice was there, else I would have been up for assult of the head teacher. Rules, rules, rules, etc.
The vice was more concerned with how she was getting on at her counselling sessions. I've said it before and I'll say it again, why oh why do schools get hung up , I mean, so hung up on rules?

I realise there has to be some sort of boundaries but when the year head starts mentioning how the tie is not sitting exactly where it should be, I switch off. Yes, the lip piercing wasn't one of her better ideas and it will come out.

But other then that, she gets up, goes to school most days.

Anyhew, the crux of it is that she has to sign a contract of sorts for next year in relation to the rules and then we meet with the school every two months or so. Needless to say this went down well. Now remember PMT is in the house, so to speak, so there were books thrown to one side , there was the "no point in doing anything" rant and the glares. My eyebrows nearly caught fire at one stage.
Moving to Holland will sort everything out.

Is it any wonder I wanted to stay later in work rather then go home and face that. I was in no mood to be supportive Mammy1 which is bad, because they're my family and I'm supposed to take care of them. But holy god, the cloud that was sitting on the place when I finally did get home.

It just brings you down and either I'm PMTing two weeks early in sympathy with the kid or my body is having a right go at me, but I feel like I could cry at the drop of a hat. Anyone dares mention the menopause and I'll track down your IP and kill you, you hear?

Good, glad we got that out of the way.

So, yes, Holland, 2.30 this morning, whilst we were asleep, there was a knock on the door followed by a full scale conversation about moving to Holland and going to school there. One wonders would Holland have such a draw if the boyf wasn't over there.

But at the moment she is refusing to go back to her school in September and I'm pondering is it too late to give her up for adoption.

I'm going training tonight and hopefully I'll get someone smaller then me to spar with so I can actually get some punches in this time as opposed to being a punchbag.

No word from the agency regarding the new job, they are notoriously slow. Time to pop in my earphones and ignore the world, methinks.