The light box's magic effects did not stretch into today. The energy was there but the mood was turned to full on strop. Had an argument with The Boy over coats before leaving the house. He has lost 2 coats at school in 2 days last week. I was unimpressed (especially since his school has some daft rule over parents having to write in before the child can be allowed to look in the lost property box and I have had to write one such letter already this term). Yesterday I followed the Lois from Malcolm in the Middle school of parenting and sent him to school without a coat, the idea was at break he would be cold and spured into looking for the mislaid items. Fat chance - The Boy is made of sterner rugby player stuff and laughs in the face of the cold and damp or at least he does not let it get in the way of break time. Anyway, this morning he wanted me to give him a coat. I considered the options. I could send him to school coatless until spring or until Social Service go onto me (whichever came first) or not. After stern lecture about mummy not being made of money, we negociated. He was sent with a fleece with the understanding that failure of the fleece to make its way home in the evening would result in my having a personal chat with Father Christmas and a request that all toys be withdrawn from christmas list. Partial result - The fleece is back and he has found one of the 2 missing coats. Who said bribery and blackmail were useless as parenting tools. At work according to A I was "crusty" and she said "you even manage to argue with your lunch today" (well surely, if it glows it is alive!). I think she had serious doubts about leaving me on my own to go and watch her son's school play. Well for at least 15 seconds and a half anyway. I am sure she will be relieved to find I did not break anything while she was out. Better luck tomorrow.
I cried victory too soon
14.12.04 22:53
