I managed a walk through the woods (still have the trapped nerve in my back) today after dropping of my youngest at school. It was so beautiful I couldn't help taking pictures. Osteopath tomorrow. Shew.
HORRIBLE CHILDREN..................
My eldest son has a friend who he calls his best friend whom I don't think is quiet the most fabulous best friend. I fetch this child every Tuesday for tea and a lift to Jujitsu and endure much abuse whilst he's in may care. In January I found a letter on my son's bed from this so called friend addressing his birthday wishes for his up coming birthday. Would love to post the letter but don't think that's quiet right to do so, so in short will just say there were a lot of four letter words, describing what he thought of me as the mother if I don't buy exactly what he wanted for his birthday. I showed my husband, not being fluent in the written French word I didn't want to over-react (apparently I do according to my family and over exaggerate) but that's there opinion not mine. My husband however was horrified. So he marched over to the house and handed the letter to the parents. They responded correctly, so sorry, I am ashamed etc etc PLUS we will punish him accordingly, so no Jujitsu for a month, no party, no toys etc etc. Needles to say the punishment never happened the only punishment that did happen was that the child was placed under the responsibility of another dad on Tuesdays when he needed a lift to Jujitsu. IN THE MEANTIME, I had also been entertaining another little girl on Tuesdays' together with this so called best friend which entails fetching them from school, feeding them gouter (teatime snack) and taking them to Jujitsu in return for a lift back for my children from one of the dad's who take it in turns. The little girl however (or rather her mother) has decided she can go home with another friend who is now back at Jujitsu after a 7 month absence (the mothers are close apparently), leaving me high and dry with no lift back for my kids. I have had this arrangement for a year and not one phone call to explane the circumstances not from the little girls mother, not from the best friends father. No body could say, Ok my kid will be doing this on a Tuesday find your own way home. NOPE. RUDE or perhaps just very SPECIAL PEOPLE. Not quiet sure. At least I found solace in the woods.








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