started in the usual way. Lots of beating kids out of the beds, making breakfasts, issuing the same instructions over and over again – “brush your teeth, wash your hands, get a hairbrush, put your shoes on, no, not those shoes, where’s your jumper? brush your teeth, get dressed, clear the table, find your schoolbag, how the hell do I know where it is? brush your teeth….” I’m tired even thinking about it.
We left the house and unfortunately, I let the screen door swing closed onto Benjamin’s head. Now, I know it hurt, but you would think that I had decapitated him the way he went on. He refused to walk with us then and trailed in the front door 50 yards behind everyone else. Here’s my reluctant snail:
It was impossible to get them all to stand still for a photo, so this is the best offering of the day:
Apparently, I was “embarrassing” Christopher. It starts already…..
I brought Christopher and Isabel to their classroom, and left Benjamin in his. Nicholas was in the horrors, clinging to my leg and whispering “I’m scared” on a continuous loop. We stood just inside the classroom door, listening to the Principal, Mrs Spooner, as she welcomed everyone back. It was all very civilised and friendly. And then, she asked everyone to remain standing for “Oh Canada”. “Oh Canada”? I thought. Is it a hymn or something? Oh no. Not a hymn. Not even close. Well, maybe it is in some schools, but here it went like this:
Maybe not quite as fast, but pretty close. It was so hard to keep a solemn face. Turns out it’s the Canadian national anthem. Awesome.
Anyway, Rebecca and I strolled home, baked bread, made soup and waited for the lunchtime onslaught. They arrived in, full of the joys of the new school, inhaled their lunch and charged back out to the playground. 3.20pm rolled around and in they arrived again, Christopher and Isabel still charmed with it all, Benjamin and Nicholas, not so much. They were tired and cranky and so everyone was put to bed by eight, and then we did it all over again this morning. Children are amazing really. Every morning it’s like they get up to a whole new and unfamiliar world. They still have to be told the same instructions in the same order, in an increasingly fishwife tone of voice. Every morning.
This is what the day is like for mammies everywhere (and some daddies) :