Schools Again

 I had two noteworthy conversations about school yesterday.  One was with Oldest Son.  He has decided to sign up for a coding boot camp.  If he makes it through, he would likely be able to find a job where he could afford to move out of MomC's house.  That would good, and probably make everyone happier.

The second conversation was less positive.  Youngest hasn't been going to school.  MomC says "I just can't get him to get out of bed and go to school."  Which blows my mind.  I have a really hard time comprehending how she can't get him to do this.  As a general statement, he does what I tell him to do without fighting about it.

She called me to talk about it and see if I had ideas.  She also wanted to talk about what we're going to say when we meet with his school counselor later this week.  He's racked up a huge number of absences and tardies now and the school wants to talk about it.

I told her I didn't have any magic tricks.  I tell him to get up and he gets up.  Sometimes I tickle him a little.  She said she'd tried that, but it doesn't work.  Then I brought up the idea of him coming to live with me.  She's not reacted well to that suggestion in the past.  

This time was different.  She said that then he'd have to change schools.  Which is true.  We live in different school districts.  She said she wasn't sure about the middle school in my district.  My school district doesn't have as much money as hers does, and she's kind of a snob about it.  My response was that a school he actually goes to will be better than a school he doesn't go to.  She said she wasn't sure about that, which boggled my mind.

Then she said something really interesting.  "Then I could sell my house."  She is currently unemployed but has a huge amount of equity built up in her house.  She could live for years off the profit from the house and take a low stress, low pay job.

Which would mean youngest would be coming to life with me indefinitely.  I have mixed feelings about it.  I think he'd be better off living with me.  I'm less sure that I'd be better off with him living with me.  Taking care of Middle Son, I skate pretty close to the edge of what I can cope with.  I have a complicated emotional response to that.  Part of me feels guilty/insecure/insufficient.  Then I remember what Middle's Dr. said to me the last time I took him in--"if it seems hard, that's because it is hard."