I’ve just got back from a little holiday….on my own. No of course I didn’t go completely on my own, what I mean is, I went away ‘sans child’ and I’ve got to say I loved it. I felt a lot of guilt, even from the second I shut the front door after telling her I was going to ‘work’. I wasn’t telling her that I was going on an aeroplane to lay on a sunny beach, she’d want to come too! But that makes me feel bad as well. My wonderful parents came to help me out delivering her to school and back every day, but even with my darling daughters favourite people in the house I felt a pang of guilt that I was not being responsible enough for her, that I’m not “allowed” time off. This is the hardest job in the world and you work it 24hrs a day 7 days a week please! I felt bad that I wasn’t there to make her dinners, to read her a story, to hold her hand as she fell asleep. She’s only just started at school, should i not miss the stories that she tells me in the playground of her mates and what they’ve been up to.
Does it make me a bad mother that I go on these trips or does the R&R actually make me a better mummy?
The kids have gone back to school, but have they lost any uniform yet? It’s bound to happen at some point when little Johnny comes home wearing little Robbie’s jumper, back to front and inside out.
I have to tell you about my friend and her then 5 year old son. She safely delivered him into his year one class but when she came to pick him up she looked at his feet and found he was wearing two left shoes. And do you know what, neither of them were his! Oh my goodness it made me howl with laughter!
I was amazed at something we found on Holiday so I’ve brought it home with me. The kids all get a lanyard to wear around their necks and for every food they try or each healthy food they eat they get a sticker.
I’ve never seen my four year old tuck in so much. The excitement on her face at getting a sticky smiley face to go on her card was beautiful. She had a go at pretty much everything, from squid to salmon to star fruit. And was so proud of herself at filling the card and getting a certificate. It may not work for everyone, but 4 months on its a winner in our house.
I’ve just chucked out 40 bras! 40 bras from a pre-baby time, that I’ve kept, thinking that my body, at some point will go back to its original shape.
Ha, no such luck, she’s nearly 5 years old and I’m still trying to lose the pregnancy weight. I feel sick when I see celebs snapping back into shape within 3 seconds of popping a sprog.
And pining for a time when everything stayed up and didn’t head south when naked, oh apart from my belly which sticks out so much it looks like I’m a couple of months gone. I’ve got a dress hung up in the wardrobe, it’s my goal dress, strapless, gorgeous blue dress is ready to go when I lose a couple of stone.
So the question is, do I keep it or have a clear out, I think I’ll be in my 60’s by the time I get in it?
Can I tell you my favourite thing about my daughter starting school?
No it’s not seeing her fly out of the classroom with the biggest smile when I come to collect her or when she flings her arms around me for the biggest cuddles. It’s not the stories of finding aliens in the playground with her friends and the drama around it. It’s not even when she sings me 10 green bottles at bed time, just because she knows that new song will buy her an extra 5 minutes.
I’ll tell you what it is, been the bane of my evenings for years, my favourite bit of her going to school is not having to make sandwiches!
It’s an emotional thing seeing your little ones go off to school for the first time. I knew that I would have tears, but I don’t really know why? Is it because it’s the end of an era, because they’re growing up so quickly or just pride in them?
My daughter started today and I really felt quite up together. We were up breakfast-ed and dressed in plenty of time, all ready for the stand in front of a door in your uniform picture, the picture that will live for ever and be brought out for any and every occasion.
I could feel myself welling up as we approached the gates, but I collected myself, show no fear was the mantra in my mind, if I’m confident so is she. I discovered that parents are allowed into the classroom to get them sorted with their peg for coats etc and was in two minds about it. I needn’t have worried, when the bell went, she gave me a kiss and a “love you mummy” turned on her heels and off she went, not even a glance backwards. That’s my girl!
It’s the night before my little one starts school for the first time and I’m putting her to bed. I’ve been on the verge of tears for about 48 hours now and can feel myself well up just at Corrie like it’s the end of Titanic, but I’m actually holding it down.
So I go to read a bedtime story and she starts rattling on about ladybirds and how they have mummies and daddies and how her friends also have mummies and daddies. (Btw there’s no daddy on the scene here, never has been) Then she makes my day, my week, my life. “But I’ve got the bestest mummy ever!”
At that point there’s nothing I can do to stop the waterworks, I’ve held it in but now no amount of fanning my eyes is going to stop it. But she looks at me and says “why are you making such a funny face mummy?” “Because you make me so happy my funny little monkey!” Is my reply.