Questioning everything I do as a parent, carrying around an awful lot of guilt about who knows what, and worrying constantly about my daughter, seems to be what I do all day everyday.
So this is my new mantra…
I’m off to my little ones school induction tonight and I’m nervous as hell. Would it be ok to take her or does that flag up that I’m “one of those ” yknow single mothers? Do I look stupid asking what time school starts and finishes? Shouldn’t I just know that information?
What happens if they don’t have garlic bread on the menu every day? I swear that kid lives on the stuff! And I’m imagining her crying her heart out when she realises they don’t do jam sandwiches either.
And will I burst into tears in anticipation like I did in my ante-natal class?
Arrrgghhh what to do about this one oh knowledgable ones?! I am absolutely sick of reading the very hungry bloody caterpillar! It has been demanded every single night for a year now and there is no swerving it. That little green tike is doing my head in, I can’t miss a word otherwise we have to start again, fingers have to follow his journey through all the holes in the food and if we miss one, same deal. Much as I know it off by heart I’ve been instructed to sit beside the bed and point out every word I’m reading until we get to the part where she can list off all the food that greedy little bug eats in one day. It’s not as if I haven’t offered anything else, the one about a monkey is very entertaining and I’ll even do different voices, but no.
The rabbit trying to go to sleep is an average story, but lifting flaps to see what’s behind is fun right, but no.
I’ve literally been pleading to read something else, just once a month, once a week would be a dream. But that girl is steadfast, and I wouldn’t like to be the one to tell her that I’ve thrown it in the bin.
We are just full of germs. The car will have to be fumigated rather than valeted when it goes back to Snows. I’m coughing and spluttering all over the dashboard of my Yaris, whilst little one has an endless stream of green coming from her nose, which ends up on the window, the seats and the door handle, anywhere apart from in the tissue.
I’m sure that our vehicle had that lovely new car smell when we first drove it away from the showroom, that’s now been replaced by a whiff of Olbas oil and calpol.
Foods eaten- sausage roll, a banana, bread sticks, kinder egg and a packet of monster munch
Mess made- used wet wipes, chocolate smears from a kinder egg, crisps ground into the seat, sticky hand marks on the windows
Luggage acquired- 4 blankets, a talking bird, little ted, a kinder dinosaur, 3 pine cones, a hockey stick and a bike
Toyota Yaris bonus points – I haven’t even had to fill her up with petrol, the hybrid is working for us.
It’s the most entertaining drive to work, seeing all the kids walking to school dressed as their favourite characters for World Book Day. I was really proud of Rich from heart Breakfast, who came to work dressed as the very Hungry Caterpillar (This may or may not have happened). There’s always a Harry Potter at each school, a ‘Tiger that Came to Tea’ and Where’s Wally for such a fantastic day to encourage reading. But there were also questionable costumes that I think come from parents that forget this worldwide day until the night before and raid the dressing up box. Little Bo Peep was the first one to make me say “Is that a book? “I thought it was a nursery rhyme?” Then I saw a girl dressed as a my little pony toy, as far as I’m aware they’re on the tele too, but not in books. I also clocked a teacher go dressed with bright pink hair, as Poppy from the film Trolls. Yes, the FILM Trolls. Are they from books? I suppose you can get colouring books and an Annual every year.