Bloody bollocking school is having an 'Independent study day' today. I suspect this is so teachers can catch up with all the GCSE coursework assessing which has to be done by about now.
Pupils are given specific work or projects to work on at home.
This means parents (like me) have to rearrange work as although the DDs are perfectly capable of being left on their own for the day they might kill each other and DD2 in particular won't actually do anything unless nagged and supervised.
Both DDs are ill. They have hideous colds and coughs and both feel like crap. DD2 does not cope with illness at all well. This means she is viler than usual.
So far this morning.........
DD1 is still in bed. I'm actually quite worried about her. she is never ill but the docs say 'just a virus'.
DD2 is up and ranting. Every time she coughs (every 4 minutes or so) she swears, shouts and beats herself about the head. She has ripped up and thrown the print-outs of what work she is supposed to be doing. The work I tracked down, printed and gave her as the school hadn't bothered to check whether she had missed it. She has no idea what she is supposed to be doing as she doesn't go to assemblies so missed the explaination.
School genuinely don't give a shit whether she goes or not and have fuck all to offer in the way of support. I am counting the days over the next 2 years until she can leave and then what? She will be unemployable, with no qualifications, no motivation and no future hopes or plans.
DD2 is being extra vile and I cannot cope with her today. I cannot stop her coughing. I have no fucking magic wand and right now I cannot cope with her being like this forever. Its not even as if like other vile teenagers) I can see her ever leaving home and leaving me in peace (thats the bit that makes me cry - for her and for me).
Yes it could be so much worse. Yes I am thankful for the good bits, the happy times and yes, i do count my blessings but sometimes it is quite frankly, a bit of a bloody slog.