A Little Bump
At a round about, a car bumped into my car. Managed to note down his number plate. Don’t ask me the make. I am blur like that and it didn’t occur to me to note that down.
The other car went his way without stopping. Reached the office and found no dents. Only a little paint transfer. All is well.
A Spelling Test
N, with the help of my mom, called me at work just now. The child had scored 3/3 for today’s spelling test. He was hugged and kissed by his grandparents. He is going to be hugged and kissed by his parents today back home. 😀
A little history will help here, I guess. He has been routinely getting 0/3 for a few weeks now. That’s because we don’t sit with him for spelling. If there is homework to submit, then yes, we sit with him to ensure he hands in his completed homework to the teacher. Sometimes, the homework is even outsourced to my parents! That’s the kind of parenting practised at our home.
Otherwise, I don’t bother or make him read or write at home unless he himself wants to.
Last week, however, I told him he has to improve on his spelling tests. This came about when he insisted of going to the mall that evening. I took full advantage of this and told him he has to improve on his spellings. Based on what he has written so far, it is obvious he didn’t bother to hear the words properly when the teacher said it. On Monday, he brought out his spelling book and we went through the words for a little while.
Needless to say, with much triumph, N had called me just now to say he did it, after all!
I lost my patience with N. Thrice this month. The latest being last night. I hate myself!
D did not go scot-free either. I lost it once with him.
I really really feel like an awful person. A very bad mom in that. If only I could stop transforming myself into a ratchasi! *sigh*