Hi Donatella, apologies for the tardiness in responding to your really fantastic advice, plus that of Tokoloshe. Hi to Milly; it’s a lovely blast from the past to see your name, and even better to read your positive updates.
My time has been consumed with DD2 starting in reception class, mind you, she is a total breeze compared to DD1. She started on Tuesday and by Thursday was shooing me out of the socially distanced playground, safely informing me that she was a big girl now and she didn’t need me hanging around. She is four going on 14 (but without the toxic hormones and teenage angst). I’ve been joking all summer that I wasn’t worried for her starting school but I was worried for the other kids as she is a feisty force of nature who is a born extrovert and has a strong sense of self as well as a highly developed sense of fairness and justice.
On the other hand, DD1, very nearly 13, had her Year 8 induction day on Thursday and I was a nervous wreck all day, anxiously checking my phone for messages and missed calls (even before the pandemic, students are encouraged to take smartphones into school as they use them regularly in lessons).
Despite an extended honeymoon period during lockdown learning (when will I ever remove my rose-tinted spectacles?), distance learning was an absolute slog by the summer holidays. DD1 is very able but is a terrible self-sabotager, so she would complete her work and fail to submit it correctly using the Google Classroom protocols or she would, on more than one occasion, sit at her laptop and (very convincingly) pretend to be working, all while I was literally sitting a few feet away.
The 17 weeks of home schooling took over our lives and I began to feel like an unhappy jailer. Life was dominated by Google Classroom and the daily updates, which were the only honest and true accounts of what had actually been completed and submitted. I think I have written before that DD1 is a very skilled gas-lighter, so much so that I often feel I’m living in a Hitchcock movie where only I can see and know the truth but my sense of self and sanity is slowly being eroded by my daughter’s Machiavellian lies and manipulative behaviours.
We limped through to the end of term, and in the end, DD1 managed to complete most of the work expected of her - after several late-night and all-weekend panicked catch-up sessions.
She was assigned some Maths homework to do over the 7-week school holidays and I was reassured that this had been finished - and checked by Grandma (she’s better than me at Maths!), plus submitted correctly. All well and good and Year 8 is off to a great start. Until I open my Google Classroom update email yesterday highlighting that the work had been missed/not submitted.
I have honestly never been so angry in my life and DD1 did not spend the night here (don’t worry, she’s safe at my parents) and I cannot face her coming home again. I think I had what I can only describe as a panic attack because I was hyperventilating, unable to breathe and felt like I was going to die. (I actually felt like I wanted to die to be rid of all the misery and volatility and lies and gaslighting and stealing of the past few years). Lockdown has been incredibly difficult as a totally lone parent with aged and shielding parents, plus a big age difference between my two (8 years), and no nursery and school and all confined in a small house.
I have to spoon feed DD1 in everything she does ( she’s registered blind and unable to do simple things like tie shoe laces or fasten buttons or manage basic personal hygiene. I honestly cannot face another school year of micro-managing her school and homework while she lies and gaslights me so comprehensively. I am exhausted and broken.