On expecting too much – from the school
We had the bi-annual parent-teacher meetings last week. DS’s and DD’s were on largely the same days but – hallelujah – the school provided a form on which I could identify both children and the school would endeavour to coordinate the two parent’s evenings for me.
Before you laugh, remember this is not the local school (we’re still on the 10-year waiting list for that one) so it’s a big issue – each return trip to school is 46kms and takes the best part of an hour. I was already doing two of those return trips a day – three with a parents’ evening thrown in. To be able to fit two parent-teacher meetings in in just the one extra trip would be fabulous!
So I handed in the form and waited to see what my two neatly dove-tailed times would be.
Tuesday 4pm and Wednesday 4.30pm.
‘What?’ I screeched to my friend A, who’s a year higher up the sibling tree than me. ‘I thought they were supposed to coordinate them?’
‘No,’ she said with the deadpan expression of one long resigned to such administrative stickiness. ‘Your expectations are too high. You have to understand: by coordinate, all they mean is “not clash”.’