DS started year 12 last sept, after a bit of a bumpy ride through GCSEs (where he had to sit down at the kitchen table with me and be made to revise properly otherwise he pissed about online and did nothing useful). Got reasonable grades in the end. Now doing A-levels, but does so little. It's like he's learned nothing from his GCSE experience.
I'm trying to support him as best I can (and have introduced weekends back at the kitchen table with me to be made to do at least some work properly). I feel that he's 17, he's immature, this is par for the course. He just can't seem to do anything without a massive kick up the backside. School told them to find work experience for June and he's done nothing. Again, I am trying to support him here, sit down with him to go online to find places to apply to (but it's really difficult. WTF do schools insist on it).
My biggest problem, really, is DH, who spends a lot of time telling me that DS needs to sort himself out, why isn't he doing X/Y/Z, but will only have this conversation with DS direct if I insist, and who offers no hands on support at all. If he does talk to DS, he never makes suggestions or offers practical help or guidance, it all just sounds like a male pissing contest. Why can't DS just get a part time job, why doesn't he do more school work, am I checking his homework (erm, why don't you check it yourself!?). I don't think I can do another 18 months of this. It just makes me feel like bursting into tears.
How are other people handling their 6th form teens (and husbands)