Lets hope today ends better than yesterday.
I had a great day. Kids at school were great, Steve ran errands for me, Babs came over and we had plans to go to a drumming circle.
Steve said he'd go to the bank and pick up Pudd'n for me. Via the ride home Steve calls and informs me that another student attacked my son. Scratched Pudd'ns face. Some of the students in Pudd'ns class have behavioral problems and my son is always the target because he does not fight back. This child jumped up from his seat, knocked over two chairs and dove for my kid.
I was LIVED to say the least.
There was another damn sub in the fucking room. Pudd'n has lost his teacher and one of her aids because they both got pregnant. They have gotten a long term sub for the teacher, but the sub got sick and had to call in a sub. Fuck.
The aids always seem to be out too and at the end of the day when I pick Pudd'n up, all I see is chaos in the room.
Of course the damn principle wasn't there, he was at some off sight meeting and wont be back until Monday.
He'd better have some damn good answers for me on what the hell we are going to do to keep MY kid safe.