16. Behaving strangely
Something is definitely wrong.
Singing daughter is walking around talking to herself in a hushed voice. Mind you this coincides with the allocated screen time slots. I need to investigate further. If lockdown can affect the mental health of the mother surely it could affect her children's. Son is asking for a bedside lamp to read. A real book with pages made out of paper. This coincides with the no screen allocated time slot.
Wait, it gets worse, two of them went into the shed to retrieve the bicycles and after a lot of fighting, ranting and raving and clanking and pushing each other they got the bikes out and went for not a bike ride but two: one before lunch and one in the afternoon.
Math-Head Techie girl got a camping mat and a camping rug and sat in the sun doing nothing.
Baby of the family has not asked to bake bread nor cakes, not even breakfast pancakes.
Something is weird. Maybe I am, as feared, going mad. Or maybe, let us face it, I am just a super efficient mum.
After all these years I knew I would get it right one day. I just did not think I would have to wait for the whole world to stop functioning normally.
Yet this is a funny day. I gave 'proper' online lessons today, with a lesson plan and aims and objectives and purposes. At one point one of the students typed 'I am scared' in the chat box. I laughed out loud. Scared? Of what? The teacher? We are not even in the same room! You do not not know me. And you are the only one in the class! So I typed lots of 'Don't be scared!' 'I am here. And it is just the two of us. The other student has not turned up (he should be scared). Come on, try a little sentence for the nice teacher.'
Then I stopped. God! I was scary.
Then the following one typed in : 'Sorry, I am not good at all at this. I do not have the gift for languages.' And here I went on and on again about the no-need to be worried, just you and I ... It is going to be ok. Don't worry. Patient as ever!
Hey! I am a good mum (super nanny, move on, let me in there, I deal with teenagers ...) and I must be some kind of good teacher, a new type, spooky robot-like online lady teacher.
Ah! I hear husband is home from a long day at work. Maybe there was some post to be dealt with today. Let me go count the packs of milk, the kilos of flour and the number of toilet rolls.
Singing daughter is walking around talking to herself in a hushed voice. Mind you this coincides with the allocated screen time slots. I need to investigate further. If lockdown can affect the mental health of the mother surely it could affect her children's. Son is asking for a bedside lamp to read. A real book with pages made out of paper. This coincides with the no screen allocated time slot.
Wait, it gets worse, two of them went into the shed to retrieve the bicycles and after a lot of fighting, ranting and raving and clanking and pushing each other they got the bikes out and went for not a bike ride but two: one before lunch and one in the afternoon.
Math-Head Techie girl got a camping mat and a camping rug and sat in the sun doing nothing.
Baby of the family has not asked to bake bread nor cakes, not even breakfast pancakes.
Something is weird. Maybe I am, as feared, going mad. Or maybe, let us face it, I am just a super efficient mum.
After all these years I knew I would get it right one day. I just did not think I would have to wait for the whole world to stop functioning normally.
Yet this is a funny day. I gave 'proper' online lessons today, with a lesson plan and aims and objectives and purposes. At one point one of the students typed 'I am scared' in the chat box. I laughed out loud. Scared? Of what? The teacher? We are not even in the same room! You do not not know me. And you are the only one in the class! So I typed lots of 'Don't be scared!' 'I am here. And it is just the two of us. The other student has not turned up (he should be scared). Come on, try a little sentence for the nice teacher.'
Then I stopped. God! I was scary.
Then the following one typed in : 'Sorry, I am not good at all at this. I do not have the gift for languages.' And here I went on and on again about the no-need to be worried, just you and I ... It is going to be ok. Don't worry. Patient as ever!
Hey! I am a good mum (super nanny, move on, let me in there, I deal with teenagers ...) and I must be some kind of good teacher, a new type, spooky robot-like online lady teacher.
Ah! I hear husband is home from a long day at work. Maybe there was some post to be dealt with today. Let me go count the packs of milk, the kilos of flour and the number of toilet rolls.
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