I phoned the Centre for Youth and Family for help.
Son#3's failure to thrive at school leaves with me with a terrible taste in my mouth.
On Monday, I have an appointment with a school in the next village.
My friend Karen is hyper critical of schools, yet very content with the school.
The idea would be to move Son#2 (bullied) and Son#3 (unrecognized).
We shall see.
Tomorrow morning, a colleague is dropping by.
And while I appreciate the gesture, it isn't necessary.
I'd rather watch a movie with my mum.
Or read a book.
Or clean the house.
Anything rather than pity.
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