I DON’T LIKE MY SON’S TEACHER.
Hot damn that felt good to say. I like everybody and I still don’t like her.
I don’t want to bore you with the completely rational reasons I feel this way. You know I’m reasonable (just smile and nod), you know I hate confrontation, you know I’d rather spend the entire school year without ever setting foot in the school office and yet here I am. So just back me, tell me I’m right and be on my side. We’re close like that, you and me.
Disliking Miss Teacher has been a challenging family secret to keep. Big Daddy P and I don’t want our son knowing just how much we dislike her or disagree with her discipline methodology. The last thing we would ever want to do is undermine her authority, at least in his eyes.
Let it be known that I am not, nor will I ever be, the kind of mother who thinks her child can do no wrong. I know better than anybody the kind of undesirable behavior my child is capable of exhibiting. Don’t we all know this about our kids? But even knowing my kid doesn’t change my opinion or earn her any brownie points.
The worst part of all is that I can’t even pretend to fake it with this teacher and that hardly ever happens. I’ve all but strategically wedged Big Daddy P between us to act as diplomat when I’m usually the happy doormat in such confrontational situations.
I don’t know if things will get better, but I do know this…it’s gonna be a long-ass year.