No drama

Just entertainment.  

I got home just as James' guitar lesson was finishing.  He then spent half an hour playing a variety of different 15 second excerpts from songs to test my music recognition.  It is testament to his rapidly developing skills and repertoire that I was successful on most tunes (apart from a couple from bands that I don;t listen too!)  It was fabulous to listen to him playing the opening section of Money by Pink Floyd.  That's my boy.

As I sat and relaxed whilst listening to him, I was reflecting on a number of interactions I have had during the day, where the theme was broadly divas and tantrums.  I realise that I am very lucky to have avoided drama with James.  Or maybe, through mostly sensible parenting, I have steered us through?  I don't know.  I just know that some days I am left a little bewildered at how difficult it is to navigate the seething mass of hormonal youngsters and come out of the other side unscathed.  If some of the situations weren't so ridiculous (I have had to bite my tongue hard and employ a 5 second delaying tactic from 'thinking it' to 'speaking it' in some instances) I would cry.  But actually, right down at the heart of it, there's two things.  1 - that some things are so ridiculous that when you walk away and reflect later on, there's nothing to do but laugh and 2 - although it's bloody hard work, a day without some sort of situation to resolve or challenge to overcome would probably feel less satisfying.

I just hope that the adults I have encountered today know that I have their backs.  100%

It's a little after 9.  I am in bed. No wine.  Just my medication and some bonus pain medication as well, because the mental challenges of the day have left me so devoid of any energy that I think every inch of me feels fatigued and in agony.

Sadly, there wasn't a letter from the hospital today.  I suppose I was being wildly optimistic that it would have been arranged, printed and in the post by Friday afternoon.  Fingers crossed for sooner rather than later.