Little Fatbergs (fatberglings?) back at school a week and a half and already I'm at wits' end with a new teacher who clearly doesn't believe a word I say. Again. Every fucking year. Thinks he'll have all her Behaviour sorted by the time we meet at parents eve in Oct.
I can't even be arsed typing out the details because it's just too meh but I'm raging whilst trying to look reasonable.
How are the rest of you doing?
(I'm a namey name changer.)