The morning started off like your typical morning, trying to get kids to school on time after school holidays…………….running late!!
My little blonde haired, blue eyed cherub (DS2), first day of school decides……today is the day he’s not getting out of bed at the normal crack of dawn. Nooooo sireeeee. I could hear him thinking, she’s going to have to work for this one! I’m going to make her pull her hair out by staying in bed till 8am because it’s my first day of school and she won’t yell at me coz if I get upset, the day is a hell of a lot more likely to be realllllly baaaadd!! I don’t care if we have to leave the house in 25 minutes, it’s my first day and we’re moving at my pace!!
DS1 is nearly ready even though he’s unwell, coughing and spluttering (only going to school because it’s his little brothers first day – does that make me a bad mum?). Then I get the muuuuuuuum call. “There’s a spider in my room!” Great. Now I’ve got to spend time trying to ‘find’ (normally no bigger than a bee’s dick) said spider before he’ll leave his room!! It wasn’t hard. Right above the door, size of your palm, angry! I hate spiders…..with a passion……until the end of time. Hubby away. Crap! Only thing to use is outdoor surface spray. Persuade child through doorway with chocolate (thank god they’re like me!) and turn.that.sucker.white!
Finally leave home (at 8:45am – 10 minutes till 1st bell – 15 minute drive to school – not happy Jan!) and the sky opens up. Neither child copes with rain (it hurts their heads – don’t know how they stand the shower but not my sensory issue so who am I to quibble!) which means the ‘packhorse’ will be left to carry school bags and 2 boxes (yes, boxes) of books at the other end :(
Thunder and lightening hits as we enter school. Not a problem for us…..BUT…….the four legged child at home will force her way through (yes through) the fence and be God knows where by the time I get back. I know I digress, but feel I need to explain…….Our St Bernard is shit scared of thunder storms, fireworks, blasting from the quarry and basically anything else that goes bang. If we are home she comes inside so she’s not in it, because she will do anything to get out – and.I.mean.anything! She moves huge volcanic rocks like they’re pebbles, has forced her way through Rio wire, will dig a well to go under the fence and even used her teeth to break the normal wire last time. Her last breakout just before Christmas cost us $365 (first time eva in the pound, caught kennel cough, and the council fine has just arrived)!! Suffice it to say, I was not exactly happy about the prospect of driving the streets to look for her – again!
Where was I?? Oh yeah. Get the boys into school and finally breathe!! Three hours sleep. Didn’t lose my cool. Everyone alive (till I find the dog) and they seem okay.
Pick-up for my little baby was at 1pm and his smile was priceless. It was one of those, I’ve been good and I know you’re going to be happy with me kinda smiles.
Pick-up for my big baby was 3:25pm and his smile made my heart soar. Didn’t get to speak to his teacher this morning, or find out who his aide is for the year, but he had a great day with no problems. So basically…………
………….it’s a THUMBS UP all round :)
PS I found the dog – hubby wants to sell her to highest asian bidder……