Times of trial

OK, so I wasn't going to carry on blogging, but I've changed my mind. Parenting is harder work than I ever thought it would be. Number One son asked me what I wanted for Christmas. Peace in the household, I told him. You shouldn't have had kids then, was his reply! I know he meant it in the nicest way but it certainly got me thinking about how having children has dictated the course of my life. I'm working in the job I do now, in education, because of having children. I chose to be around for them when they were small, and in order to work and still be there for them when they came home from school, I took a job in a school. I've progressed, and now I'm taking another step and have applied to train as a teacher. I hope that by being on both sides of the fence - as a mother and as someone who works with children - it will make me more understanding when it comes to problems in the workplace. More understanding than the management at Number Two son's school. He's a child with behavioural problems, which we acknowledge and understand, but while most of the teachers handle him well, any good work they do is undone by one other person. This leads to all sorts of situations when Number Two is upset and we have gone past the point of begging the school to do something about this teacher. We don't want to move our son from school - that would only move his problems with him - we just want them to help our son get the best education he can whilst not allowing him to disrupt others. It can be done and he's proved it! Just not in this teacher's dept. It seems they are a law unto themselves and can just carry on as before without following strategies or school guidelines. We have had to resort to the formal complaints procedure, which we really didn't want to do. I'll keep you posted....