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Dear God give me strength!
What IS it with boys?
BOTH of them came home today – the biggest prep day of the
week – without the wherewithal to complete their homework. In spite of me asking
not once, not twice but three times before we left the school had they got
everything in order to do prep this evening.
“Oh yes mummy!” I was assured by one, followed by the other groaning
“Yes Mum” and rolling his eyes as if I was some kind of dimwit.
And then, after our half-an-hour drive back home, they open
up their book bags - or in the case of Bog Boy realise that they’ve actually
left the book bag outside at school - and find that the one vital bit they need
to complete their prep is still in their classroom.
I think they are doing it purposefully to send me stark
staring bonkers. I can’t see any other benefit. Surely they don’t want me
screeching like a banshee all the time. It can’t be normal, can it? To be
always forgetting things and losing things?
I just don’t understand it.
How the heck am I going to get them to wake up? To come to
life? To be alert? To get with the programme?
I scare myself silly thinking about their futures. Life is
competitive and competition seems to be starting earlier and earlier these
days.
In evolutionary terms, if it was left to my boys, we’d be extinct...
