A rather productive day, complete with a bit of a break, kid free, and with a bunch of other mums.
Some call it “gossiping”. I call it “networking”.
Arrive at school for Collection Of Children and discover Monkey Boy and A Friend remaining behind in the classroom. I notice the teacher is talking to another parent, so head on in.
Only to be stopped by the outstreched arm of teacher as I attempt to bypass her. So great, it appears, is the issue at hand that she unceremoniously dismisses the other parent.
Oh, fuck, what now? I think. Or possibly say out loud. Or both.
He apparently misbehaved