The Post in Which I get Taught My First School Lesson Since 1998

OK, never let it be said that I don't know when to say sorry if I've upset someone when I'm peed off.

It seems my last post was read by the Brat's school, and in the heat of everything that has been going on for a while now between Mini and another kid in her class, it kind of got a little OTT.

The thing is, my children are my life. I love the very bones of them, despite the lack of sleep due to Littlest's illnesses, Mini being a bit of a diva from time to time and the other little things they do- like having a tantrum in the middle of a shop. 


I know that this is possibly, probably, going to be read by Mini's teacher, and possibly the wider school, so sorry. Sorry for calling you a nutcase Mrs R. Sorry that you thought I was a bit detached or unapproachable. Sorry that Mini is a bit of a pest sometimes when it comes to her diva crying. We're working on that one anyway.

The thing is, we had a bit of a communication breakdown go on, and sometimes I can barely remember my own name of a morning. Littlest still wakes up so many times a night from his Restrictive Airway illness, and I generally average out at about 2 hours sleep a week, if I'm lucky. So, it's not me being a mardy bitch, it's me being earth shatteringly knackered.

I hate that someone thought I was a bit up my arse, bit cool kid, cos that is so not me- when I told an old school friend that the world's biggest geek at school was considered that way, she told me she'd get back to me when she'd stopped rolling on the floor. I hate that someone could feel they couldn't talk to me. 

So, yes, sorry. Credit where credit is due, Mini has gone from being not interested in reading and not being able to write very well, to being a epic reader and terrific writer (she wants her own blog. Scary). 

I take it back. Its all good. 

And a note to other bloggers- remember, when we fly off the handle, or have posts which follow other's posts, some times they could be read by someone who has no idea the other posts exist, who don't read our Twitter streams, and who could take it the wrong way. Lesson learned my friend's, lesson learned.