Day 124
07/09/09 13:46 Filed in: Diary
First (half) day at school for youngest, but that doesn't mean I can concentrate on work just yet.
So, today was the day. Youngest's first day at school. It was only a half day, just the morning, but she was so excited. The school had asked us to arrive a bit later than normal to allow the older children a bit of time to settle first. However I still had to get my eldest daughter in on time so I was destined to be early. The old Monday morning feelings came flooding back as I remembered how you have to nag the children every five minutes to make sure they are making progress. Particularly with youngest being so excited and it all being so new, she was finding it hard to get dressed. My partner had left early to take our son to his school. So it was all down to me. I wanted to walk there but I also wanted to make sure I didn't forget anything and I wanted to take their photograph to mark the occasion. So in the end I had to resort to the car. I did promise myself tomorrow would be different.
I wasn't emotional taking her in. I knew from her short visit there that she would be alright. I was actually looking forward to having some peace and quiet and an opportunity to do some work. Does that sound awful? Does that make me a bad Mother? As it happens I completed less work than I ever did when youngest was at home!
After I left her in her new classroom I took advantage of my new found freedom, and the car, and went food shopping. I make it sound like it is the love of my life don't I? I assure you it isn't. It is just a necessity that always comes around every Monday. Usually because the kids and partner have eaten everything in the house. I must admit though it was so much easier on my own. I didn't have to cajole youngest to keep walking around, telling her I'm nearly finished, or constantly stop to take her out/put her into the trolley. However, with her only being at school for half a day, it seemed no sooner had I unpacked the shopping, I had to go and collect her.
I decided a walk, there and back, would be best. I didn't think she would be too tired after just a couple of hours. I was right. She was so full of energy. She didn't stop talking the whole way home. To celebrate her first day we went into a bakers on the way home and she picked a sausage roll and a cake for her lunch. Even eating the sausage roll whilst she walked didn't stop her telling me what she had been up to that morning. It appears she has lots of friends already even though she can't remember a single name!
I tried to do some work when we got home. But in the end I had to accept that there was no way she was going to sit quietly and play on her own. We ended up leaving the house early to go and collect her sister just so she could run off some energy and give me some peace. It doesn't bode well for my work output for the rest of the week although, with the potential for six walks to the school and back, I am least getting some exercise.
I think as the week goes on, and her excitement dies down a little, she will become more tired. I hope she doesn't lose all of her excitement though. I would rather she didn't start saying school is boring, like her sister does just yet. It was quite funny to hear one nine or ten year old lad as he came out of school. He said he had had a good day and today was the first day he had enjoyed school, ever! When that message was relayed to the head he expressed surprise that it had taken him this long. Maybe there is hope for our eldest daughter yet
I wasn't emotional taking her in. I knew from her short visit there that she would be alright. I was actually looking forward to having some peace and quiet and an opportunity to do some work. Does that sound awful? Does that make me a bad Mother? As it happens I completed less work than I ever did when youngest was at home!
After I left her in her new classroom I took advantage of my new found freedom, and the car, and went food shopping. I make it sound like it is the love of my life don't I? I assure you it isn't. It is just a necessity that always comes around every Monday. Usually because the kids and partner have eaten everything in the house. I must admit though it was so much easier on my own. I didn't have to cajole youngest to keep walking around, telling her I'm nearly finished, or constantly stop to take her out/put her into the trolley. However, with her only being at school for half a day, it seemed no sooner had I unpacked the shopping, I had to go and collect her.
I decided a walk, there and back, would be best. I didn't think she would be too tired after just a couple of hours. I was right. She was so full of energy. She didn't stop talking the whole way home. To celebrate her first day we went into a bakers on the way home and she picked a sausage roll and a cake for her lunch. Even eating the sausage roll whilst she walked didn't stop her telling me what she had been up to that morning. It appears she has lots of friends already even though she can't remember a single name!
I tried to do some work when we got home. But in the end I had to accept that there was no way she was going to sit quietly and play on her own. We ended up leaving the house early to go and collect her sister just so she could run off some energy and give me some peace. It doesn't bode well for my work output for the rest of the week although, with the potential for six walks to the school and back, I am least getting some exercise.
I think as the week goes on, and her excitement dies down a little, she will become more tired. I hope she doesn't lose all of her excitement though. I would rather she didn't start saying school is boring, like her sister does just yet. It was quite funny to hear one nine or ten year old lad as he came out of school. He said he had had a good day and today was the first day he had enjoyed school, ever! When that message was relayed to the head he expressed surprise that it had taken him this long. Maybe there is hope for our eldest daughter yet
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