Choices!

I had to make a choice this morning, catch up with you, or write a post. In truth I don’t have time to write a proper post, but then neither do I have time to read more than one or two blogs. As you can see, I opted for assuring you I’m still here!

The kids went back to school yesterday, kids being plural as in ALL which means it was S’s first day at Big school, though I’m hard pushed to call it a day as they let the tiny ones out at 12:30 for the first week. Bloody nuisance actually as I’m behind at work and she didn’t used to leave nursery until 1, so this week is actually shorter than normal!

It all went swimmingly well with S. I sat with her for ten minutes and then walked away. She did claim that she cried for me later in the morning (she wanted a ‘mummy hug’), but she’s happy enough to go back today, so I’m not worried.

R also had his first day at his new school. Safe to say he was even more nervous than S! It started well; I walked him to the front gates and agreed where I should pick him up and mentioned I didn’t know what time I’d be with him. He really should have paid attention to that last comment.

Come 3 yesterday afternoon the heavens opened. And not just a little, we had the full thunder and lightening show. Not great timing at J comes out at 3:10, P at 3:20, and R at 3:30. Sounds great doesn’t it? And it would be, if the schools were all in one place. Instead it turned into my worst ever school run! The traffic simply stopped and what should have taken me ten minutes to get to P, instead took me 45 minutes. And then I had to get to R.

By the time I did, the poor lad had been stood in the rain (and thunder and lightening) for 40 minutes.

Now you would think a twelve year old would cope with this unexpected turn. Unfortunately not my twelve year old. He managed to keep himself together whilst he was stood there, imagining I had abandoned/forgotten about him, but the minute he got into the car he broke.

I felt wretched. And he couldn’t stop crying.

I found out later the day had gone really well, but of course after tormenting himself with his dark thoughts, all his fizz has gone and it took a couple of hours to return.

But all is well that ends well, and today he knows that however late I am, I’ll never forget I have a firstborn.

Anyways it’s time I get the house up for a new day (notice it’s the second day of school and I’m again getting up at 5:30. Not complaining mind, and at least my kitchen it tidy!) Hope to get back here later, I swear I want to, just don’t hold you breath.