Some people must have very long tentacles, as I got a few very nice hugs coming my way today and I really needed them.

I've had such a rotten week last week, that I just couldn't blog.

Turned out Stef again isn't doing anything at school.
I sensed it and mailed his mentor, who informed me he hadn't done anything.
I'm tired of complaining about schools that don't inform parents, against all appointments to inform immediately after the first lost assignment.

I still haven't got the information psychiatry was supposed to send.
The complaintboard urged the psychiatrist to sent it to us... interesting huh?

Lars decided the morning before the buss to Spain was leaving that he wouldn't go.
I was trying to find some relaxation at the bagpipes lesson. Luckily they had decided that the exam wasn't held the day before the open day, but still I couldn't relax at all.
But I enjoyed the people around me, listening to the ones who are already bagpiping.

Half an hour early I felt I had to go, and did.
I found everyone at home in turmoil, because Lars really had made a fuzz...and a lot more.

I tried to talk him into going...saying he was able to go home anytime... but he was very clear about not going.
What a missed chance.

Later we talked and he said there had been so much pressure at school about what they wanted from them on the trip, that he felt it wouldn't be fun at all. No time for himself, no chance to really relax.
I know he sess it wrong, but after I day I decided it's his choice and his choice it will be.

This "happening" again made clear how much I'm the director of our family play.
Jim just dumps everything on my shoulder.

When he was doing groceries he used to phone me at least once or twice an hour. Like: Shall I bring this shampoo, it's very expensive now... or: shall I bring these socks..they're on sales.
Well, a choice for shampoo can be done when you hear the name, but socks... I can't see them through the phobe, can I?

Now he calls and dumps things on me I can't help.
Today he was called by the school that Lars was reported absent the third hour.
Well, I have learned to wait a day and then ask if they're sure he wasn't there, but Jim shot into stress and dumped the whole lot on me in such a way that I felt like panicking. Which is very uncommon to me.
Later it turned out it was a mistake from school.
I do however think Lars is skipping schoolhours.
He denies it... But he behaves like he did.

I feel I have come to the end of what I can do.
He doesn't want to talk or anything...

It's autumn... rain, falling leaves.

Djenné, who is dyslectic, entered a reading contest and was last.
But she got a standing ovation, and I'm very proud of her.
Her teacher told the whole class that she was a girl with persistence and courage.
I didn't tell her to subscribe, she did it herself and then told me.
She's marvellous!!

Went to the bagpipe prtactice evening, expecting the others of my group, as we have exam next saturday.
I could have saved me the trip.

I was invited to practice with far more advanced pupils, but this time I declined.
And I went home.

But I'll practice myself, and who knows...maybe I'll get the chance to buy smallpipes.
Wish I could get contact with a bagpiper in england or scotland who can try out smallpipes for me. So I get a good set.

When I came home I tried to install wordpress for another site... I can't get it working.
I feel like a total failure.

Tomorrow it's Nyo's psychiatric consult.
Jim is coming with us. I'm not too eager to get in discussion with the psych again about the meds and his weight.
I won't lower the meds, whatever she says. We have tried it so often and each time it was a great problem.
And his weight.... He eats so much bread... He doesn't eat chips or snacks very often, but he eats so much bread. He's hungry all the time.

Well, I'm off to bed.