Look, at the end of the day you send your kids to boarding school you are handing them over to other people and hoping for the best. It may well all work out, it may not.
Sometimes you have no real choices and you do what you think is best in the circumstances, as I have to say Xenia you did in going back to work at 2 weeks when other women would, and I am choosing my words carefully, disagree with you. Your choices to work long hours through their childhood may or may not have affected your children adversely, would they tell you? Would they like me, having a good relationship with their parents, feel it's done,a decision made for understandable reasons and as it wasnt hugely damaging it's best to just move on?
Blos, I wonder whether I am overly cynical, but at our school there was a network of systems for getting round school rules to which the teachers appeared oblivious. In fact there was a one case a network of actual hidden spaces (it was an old building) and some of the places we misbehaved in were handed down over generations of children- I have smoked in spaces amongst the roofs with names scratched into the lead from the 1940s.
The face we presented to teachers was only part of it frankly, as it would no doubt be the case at home as well, but really it was like two societies, and no-one in authority who knew you well enough to pick up on the nuances. May be other schools were different, may be schools now are different, but honestly, I dont really believe it. What would they actually tell you Blos? No matter how much we liked a teacher there were things you couldnt start to say.
Remember I am not saying I had a bad time, I didnt, some of it was fantastic fun, dangerous often but hugely enjoyable. I made a few very close friendships, the sort that come through a profound shared experience. What I am saying when I say I wouldnt want to board my kids is I wouldnt want to be in my mum's position; having lost control/guidance so completely over my kids at 13 (more completely than she knew I suspect).
Incidently we were out at dh's work xmas dinner tonight, and several G and Ts into the evening and some poor random woman who I dont know was pigeonholed by me and subjected to a blow by blow account of this debate. And it is now midnight and Dh has given up on me and gone to bed. I. Must.Step.Away.