Gah!
There I was, sitting under two bored
and whiney kids when my phone beeped. It
was a text from school reminding us all that it was back to abnormal in four
working days. Saturday and Sunday are
just around the corner but that helpful message just served to reminded me it
is the last weekend of the school holidays.
I have been feeling the dread since
the start of August but when my phone beeped and I read what it had to say, the
dread multiplied.
In a gesture of solidarity, the sun
slipped behind a cloud and stayed there for five minutes.
Gah!
Shy Boy had been invited to an
impromptu play date and off he went, absolutely delighted with himself,
grinning from ear to ear. It was lovely
to see.
Not so lovely though to have Oldest
Boy literally hanging off me, moaning in my ear about how unfair it all is, what can
he do, and in case I didn’t hear him
the first seventeen times, how unfair
it all is.
Gah!
The dead weight in the pit of my
stomach is strangely reminiscent of my own back to school days.
No matter what we got up to this
week, no matter what time it was when I checked the clock, I thought to myself
“this time next week they will be in school/I will be on a school run/making
lunches/supervising homework.”
When the boys want to close the
kitchen door, which is open from early morning till late at night, I stop them.
“Please leave the door open. This time next month we’ll have to keep it
closed.”
This time next month it will be the
end of September. They will have been
back at school a month!
Gah!
Also one of my boys likes to take
chocolate sandwiches for his lunch.
Go on. Give out to me.
I’m off to the shop to buy myself a bottle of Treat to cheer
myself up.
Gah!
Aw! I love back to school, bad mother me:)
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