It started off bright and early! So early in fact that the sun was struggling to join us. I was woken by a sweet little angel child, face droopy from sleep , not more than 2 inches away from my face. "MUM!! I want number 15!" she says. Huh? It took a while for the cogs to turn, more urging, pushing and poking from Sarah, but I dragged my body out from my snuggy bed to find the Advent Calendar. "I can do it myself" " I need help" "don't do it all" .. yep that's how I like to start my day off!
As our oldest two treasures are already on holidays it takes a mammoth effort and no small amount of threats to get treasure no.3 (DD 11) to rise and shine. She then shared her displeasure with me for an hour before stomping out the door. "Have a beautiful day sweet pea". I didn't think!
Get Sarah dressed for her last ever day of kindergarten, argue over whether she really needs to wear the tiara again (she wins), Away we go, pull into the carpark, NO kinder bag, home we go. Return to kinder amid tears that she has missed the party (she did not), that we didn't find her most beautiful shoes (apparently the shoes she was wearing were "not very, very beautiful") Deliver her to the class room, race home to put the washing on the line.
ARRGGHHH who left a tissue in their pocket? The grass under my Clothesline now has a fresh white flakey seaonal flair. Sweep the floor, lose the keys, find the keys and back to kinder for the parent concert and general thankyous etc etc.....
The highlight of which was when the person responsible for buying flowers for the three women who have been the teachers this year arrived with two bouquets, and forgot to acknowledge the second assistant entirely. You know, sometimes you just should do the job yourself if you want it done right! Kisses goodbye to much loved teachers and more tears, woeful faces and declarations of undying love for Callum and Tannith!
Home again, in time for a crisis call from a friend in need. More tears, and I (because I'm a nice person) brought her two little children home with me so she could have some time to herself.
Spent the next two hours referree-ing between a 3 yr old and two 5 yr olds over whose turn it is to push the putton on the Wiggles music book, who gets the red cup and who gets the blue one, who can be the Mum and who can be the pet dolphin (???) and providing jam sandwiches to all who desired them.
Kids go home,
I try to get some work done on my website but - UH-OH They've changed every way of adding new products. My head hurts. I can't make sense of it. I can't absorb new information. I'm an old dog, and I LIKE my old tricks. I don't want new ones. Write frantic emails to the support forum begging for help. Cry and yell at computer. Cry and yell at kids. Cry and yell at Cats (they cared not!)
Think I will go and sit on the pool step to cool off and calm down.
HA! I have left the solar heating vent open for two days , and the pool is hot. Not
just warm .... sticky, uncomfortable, unpleasant, 45 degrees hot. Nothing
refreshing there.
We pack the car and head off to the primary school end of year concert. It started at 5.30 out on the dusty oval in the blazing sun, singing started at 7pm and by 9pm I was ready to kill someone. It was hot and sticky, kind of like my pool, if my pool also contained 400 other sweaty sticky people.
Parents who started off at 5.30pm as patient as Mother Theresa were growling and swatting their little blessings by the end. Adults who had sat quietly to watch their own children's performance, for some reason didn't feel the need to express the same courtesy to other classes.
Yes it was tedious. Two whole hours of watching groups of kids wave tinsel in the air.
I am all for Silent Night and Away in A Manger, but in a school with 14 classes, each with an act, it was a lessen in love and patience. Of course the littlest one wanted to go play on the monkey bars (not allowed during the concert) so she was pretty feral, with a family size bag of potato chips and a bottle of coke to keep her occupied/happy - it did not work.
Finally after several flower presentations, speeches which could not be heard over the PA system and too many people all crammed into a hot dusty mess, we headed home.
All I wanted was a cup of tea and some breathing space. Peace , quiet, a shower! Some peanut butter toast and my lovely warm bed.
Lucky a day only lasts a day, then we can wipe the slate clean again and move on.
Today is going much better.
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