The reality of the Secondary Entrance Assessment Exam has hit is like a full bus. Making Chas sit and do hours of homework after a day of school work is torture for us both. He dawdles. He takes his pencil apart. He gets a glass of water. He eats.
Perhaps, after last night's loss of temper on MY part, followed by promises of retribution, Chas will try to focus better this evening. It is really up to him: I have provided all the tools for successful homework. Any advice? Trinis, how are you managing? And yes, I know all about the exam being so much harder these days, etc.
No, private secondary school is not an option. Yes, he has the brains to ace the test this year.
In happier news, Max is getting better every day. Yesterday he came to work with me, and lay on the floor on a yoga mat and painted pictures. Today he went to my Mum's house, where he will laze about and watch DVDs. He should be able to go back to school on Monday. He still looks weak, droopy and tired. Dark circles under eyes.
For other reasons, today is not a good day. It's overcast and threatening rain, in more ways than one...