It’s getting near the end of term, and my son’s having his coursework marked. How times change! Last year it meant a panic as he tried to catch up on missed work in every subject at once. This term the only problem was French. So a good bit of the weekend went on that, and I helped as best I could, being almost recovered from the lurgy.
The one thing we didn’t do was to pack his bag for morning.
So we had a panic trying to find the stuff he’d sweated blood over. It wound up with both parents giving the poor kid a loud lecture on keeping track of his stuff.
And it was in the bag all the time, hidden behind a folder.
Oops.
He really could have done without that.
