Mind ‘crammed’ fulness

I’m dragging myself and my boys through the last few days of term. I think dragging is a good term because that’s what it feels like. I don’t want to get up to do another school run, they don’t want to get up either, everyone’s tired and everyone’s fed up!

Nobody prepares parents for the end of school mayhem, the pure exhaustion and the daily occurrence of tantrums and tears (mine and theirs) that can push even the most calm parent to their limits!

My mind is so crammed full I’ve found myself in some amusing situations this week. Yesterday I diligently made packed lunches for my children the night before they required them, only to find the next morning the lovingly made sandwiches were not in the fridge. No, they were in the pan drawer, all sweaty and horrible! Why on earth I put them in there I do not know! I have no recollection of doing it!

And then there was misplacing my car. So I drove to school, got side tracked and walked home. Only to arrive home to an empty driveway – ooops, I left the car at school! At least I didn’t leave the child at home!

It’s very clear that my mind is full of who needs to be where when, who has an end of year party, who is in a school play as well as making sure every teacher that has supported my boys over the past year is presented with a gorgeous thoughtful gift!

While my mind is full, Mops is an emotional wreck! His first year of school is over, he’s exhausted. In fact every time I speak to him he cries. At night he cries because he loves his teacher so much he doesn’t want to be taught by somebody else next year.

Bam on the other hand is bursting, literally bursting with energy. ADHD and end of the school year are not the best combination! He’s bouncing around thrilled that the school holidays will soon be here and he wants to share with the world how happy he is!!

So to all the other parents out there that are experiencing end of term ‘mind crammed fullness’, we’re nearly there! Just a couple more days to drag the family through then no more school runs, school uniform, homework and after school clubs for a whole 6 weeks!¬†That’s got to be something to look forward to!

 

 

 

 

 

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The goodbye kiss!

Nothing really prepares you for your baby, the youngest baby in your nest starting school. So that moment when my baby started school was an emotional one…I can honestly say I really didn’t want him to go!

Why? I knew he would be absolutely fine. He’s such a bright little chap and although not keen to go to school (he prefers playing with his mates) he’s actually fine about it.

But when I put the school uniform on him to check it fitted I had a lump in my throat and was holding back the tears. How did his baby years fly by this quickly? I’m not ready for this!

So when the his first day arrived I wasn’t sure how I would feel. I knew it wasn’t about me, it’s about my baby, my baby taking his first step into independence. Bam, my eldest was running around the house with excitement, his brother was finally going to school which in his eyes meant he would no longer miss out on activities when his brother was at home and he was at school. It was now an even playing field.

So with uniform on, we headed off to school…only til 11.50am but that was long enough for me. He headed into the classroom with a confident stride listening to the teacher explaining what he needed to do. Then it came to the all important first goodbye. Don’t worry I didn’t cry – no chance for that! He literally looked at us and said ‘bye’. Bye, that’s it!¬†kiss

And every day since the same has continued, no kisses, just bye. On one day I even explained at age 4 it’s the law, you have to give Mummy a kiss goodbye, to which he answered ‘no it’s not Mum’

Ok, ok, you’ve developed some small wings, go and have loads of fun sweetheart.