And on it goes....

So how was yesterday then? Better? Worse?

I was on my way into work when I got a text from OD: ‘Hmmm I don’t think I’ll bother going to school today. If I do I might end up punching Mr Early’.

Can you fucking believe this? Can you?

I texted back: ‘Are you deliberately trying to wind me up? Do you still not comprehend the seriousness of the position you are in?’

She replies: ‘Well, go on? Why should I go in and wind the upper staff at when I’d be bunking off the afternoon anyway?’

I responded: ‘Have you not been listening this week? Is your arrogance still so big you think it is a game? You have to be there!’

Fuck this texting; I rang her. We argued. Her point was that as she has been told that she is not going to be entered, there seemed little point in going in. I argued that I was told she still had a week and therefore she needed to be there. She argued back. I shouted at her. She hung up. I threw my mobile against the nearest wall. I reassembled it and texted again: ‘If you do not listen to my advice at this most critical of times but prefer instead to argue when all I am doing is trying to save your arse then is it any reason that I lose my temper? Just go in to school’

And she did. Arrived half an hour late but she got there. I rang Mr McNulty and left a voice mail message saying that I was confused by what Mr Moore had said as it was sending out mixed signals. Mr McNulty rang me back. He told me the decision had been brought forward and that she was not to be entered. “When we sit down like we did on Tuesday and explain the position, children are usually in at 8:30 the next morning. OD strolled in at 12:30 like she owned the place and she did the same again yesterday, breezing in to the Headmaster’s office without her blazer on but some fashion jacket so we threw her out. I believe the school has been very generous in tolerating OD but we’re not prepared to put with it any more. So yes, she is not being entered for her exams”.

I texted OD: ‘Just spoke to Mr McNulty. Game over. You are not sitting your GCSEs’

So what to do next? Well, first step is to appeal. I spent two hours on Friday afternoon (at the office, not working) drafting a letter of appeal, asking for forgiveness (well, it is a Catholic school) and saying OD will work hard to make things right. When I went to collect YD from their Mum’s house OD was there and I told her about it. All she was concerned about was her pocket money. I started reading her the part where it says she will make an effort to put things right. She was giggling. I told her that me and her Mother are trying to save her arse here but she just laughed more. “So am I getting any pocket money?” “No, you’re fucking not”. She then called me a ‘fucking cunt’. Sadly, at this point, I flipped. I ran up the hall and pinned her to the wall by her throat. I can’t remember what I said but suffice to say it was along the lines of ‘you silly cow, don’t you understand?’ I released her. She tried to hit me round the head. I turned to her Mum and said “hold my glasses; I’m going to fucking whack her”. OD was out the door like a shot.

So… screw the letter. It would seem that the only person who doesn’t take OD’s predicament seriously is OD. Fuck me. Never have kids.