I’ve cooked three different breakfasts (none for me); got medicine into two boys; packed a lunch; dealt with The Mystery Of The Missing Sheet Music (outcome: it’s missing); prodded a boy to do last minute homework we didn’t get to last night because of Prep and dinner and other homework; and been one half of a team that got two boys up, showered, dressed, fed and out of the door with bags, lunches, percussion kit and smiles on their faces; filled in a form and an SAE for dental records for the school; finished a half cup of cold coffee…and it’s 7:35 AM!
And we live within a mile and a half of both schools.
Now I have to get the dishes done, shower, and start my day.
There’s an 8 AM mass I might go to. I know that sounds like I’m adding things to a crowded morning, but I suspect it might actually get me back on course.
P.S. How does a sheet of music evaporate overnight?!
It was a dress-down day at school today, which means the kids get to wear their own clothes instead of uniform. Wooo.
When you have an almost-six-year-old boy there is really no problem with this beyond ‘does he actually own a pair of clean trousers and is there a top that he hasn’t smeared food or paint all over?”. And that’s just me. He doesn’t much care if his clothes are dirty or ripped or clash or, for that matter, fit him properly (although he objects to ‘too big’ more than ‘so small you can see my belly and ankles’, even in winter).
So we stomped between piles of snow towards the school, and I wasn’t giving the dress-down day much thought until I saw a gaggle of 8th Grade girls coming towards us.
Now, I know I risk crossing the threshhold into curmudgeonliness when I say this, and I know there is no going back, but in the interests of full disclosure, I have to confess.
I laughed out loud.
These girls had swapped out their short kilts and knee sock uniforms and now walked towards me, a veritable wall of skinny dark-wash jeans, Ugg boots, puffy jackets and long, straight hair.
I know. I know. But I can’t help myself. I have to say it: they had swapped one uniform for another.
Still, I bet they were warmer than usual.
Well, here’s a little local colour.
I was off to meet the school bus today when I met one of my neighbours, off to pick up his kid from kindergarten.
Since said neighbour is a teacher, I don’t often see him at 3 pm, and commented on this.
He told me that his school district, the one slightly further west and slightly more, er, “rural” was how he put it, has a day off today. He went on to explain that the Monday after Thanksgiving is the first day of hunting season and, well…
Apparently so many people take their kids hunting today that the school district just gave in and made it an official vacation day. Brian’s either not a hunter or reckons is five year old is a bit young for that sort of thing, so he spent the day having tea-parties with his two-year old daughter instead.