Dear A team parent I am writing to you today to tell you that I am ok, my husband is ok and my B team kid is doing fine too.   We are happy, the kids are enjoying whatever activity we they are participating in today.   All in all, all is well with the world. We get up, we have breakfast, we drop the kids at school, we go to work, we get home when the sun has already set.   We chat, we have dinner, we talk about our days, the highs and the lows, we go to bed and tomorrow we do it all again. I don’t know where some of you get the energy to spend your daylight hours at school.   It must be exhausting trying to hold down a meaningful job, raise happy well balanced kids, geared for the challenges that they will face and to still spend an inordinate amount of time at school?   You must never sleep, I admire you, hats off.   You are truly super human beings.   I get tired just looking at the sheer volume of WhatsApp’s you manage to fire off in a day, for multiple kids in multiple

I have been taken hostage and there is absolutely nothing that you can do to help me.  It has been one thousand two hundred and seventy one days and sixty seconds and I fear for my sanity and my life.  Money won't free me.  I need to stick this out for another couple of years before I will escape.  Only time served will free me.  Come to think of it, it is more like prison!  I have of course been added to class and sport WhatsApp groups by people that meant well at the start.  Bearing in mind that my kids are in a decent (and rather expensive) private school, the level of questioning never ceases to amaze me and I mostly find myself sitting on my hands to not respond to the daily stream of questions.  Each child has a homework book, and the new mom's in Grade 1 are the worst.  it is not as if any child will fail Grade 1 if we get the maths wrong on the first day of school.   The school sends out a weekly newsletter with a detailed summary of exactly what will be happe