Life’s a shit and then you die.

A self-professed National Treasure is obviously not enough for some people – I received a two sentence rejection email this morning. They will never know what they missed out on!

Five more days of students, numbers decreasing every day. Tomorrow is the last official day for years 11 and 10. The middle school students have another week, but they are being actively encouraged to stay home, if safe.

We are facing a “Review” of the Library next week, also informed by email this morning. It was a great morning. I am not all that worried, but whenever management gets involved in anything it always comes back onto the poor employee somehow. If you try to raise the bar, they wrench it from your hands and beat you to a pulp with it.

I really can’t understand why teachers stay as teachers because you are everyone’s whipping person. It is demoralising and exhausting. Next year, if there is a next year, I shall lay as low as I can under the radar and hope the world just flows by. My sanity can’t take much more.

Enough…

So, your opinions are on a baby boy for the Flamingo Dancer family? I think Baby’s Mama might just like a boy too. It will be named after my father if it is, which is so sweet. Only a couple more weeks now, so exciting.

I always wanted daughters when I was pregnant, for I wondered how the hell I would raise a son. I knew nothing about having a son. When he did come along as baby three I went into panic and depression at first, so totally spun out on the responsibility of raising a boy. I didn’t know anything about boy things or sports, or telling them the facts of life. Still don’t! Luckily he had a father who knew some of it.

His sisters will argue the point that I did not do as well as with girls, but somehow he and I made it through. Having a grandson doesn’t fill with me with the same panic – it’s all about love, isn’t it?

 

Oh and my aunt died this week too. Life’s a shit and then you die.