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late again

This is just a blast off for another Monday morning when Lily singularly failed to come close to leaving on time.

I was more pushy this morning, but careful not to sound angry with her. 

Are you nearly ready to go?

It's 8.15am

How close are you?

What's the hold up?

Time to put your shoes on.

We are trying some melatonin pills and although she says she gets to sleep quicker we see no change in the impulse to get up.  She was downstairs and putting shoes on at 9am (school starts at 8.40am) and then drifted into the kitchen to choose, segment and eat a tomato.  I told her that it looked like she had given up all pretense of trying to ever get to school on time.  I told her the later waking up time wasn't working (we are knocking on her door at 7.30am instead of 6.45am) - my alarm goes off at 7am she tells me.  Well, get up at 7am then, I say.  Then I reminded her about her exams.  I said,

You will need to get into school at 8am for your exams, Mr R said so.  It's not get in for 8.45am, it's pens on paper at 8.45am. 

She looked shocked.

Then I said,

And if they don't seem bothered that you are getting in late it's because they've given up, they don't care anymore.  They don't care what you do next because they are finished with you.

I don't expect anything I say to make any difference but I want to remember that I did say it.

I think she thinks she will do it when she has to but unfortunately that just betrays that she does not truly believe she has to now.


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