Emotional...

Emotional, was not the word for Monday. I am fighting a lump in my throat as we speak (me and the voices in my head). It was the ultimate Tempestrian weather, thunder and lightning. I bundled all and the soppiest dog in the world who knows he gets to come on school runs again several time a day, he loves it! Into the burned out car. I quickly fashioned a cover for one seat over the weekend, but with no sewing machine, by hand was lengthy and very like I was a maiden embroidering for pleasure in a rocking chair.. not that I have one (a maiden or a rocking chair...), but you get the gist. So they all wanted that place, but the seatbelt that side was burned to a strip, so they can’t. Why did I bother? I first spent 55 minutes queuing at Lola’s school, the odd EXTREMELY rude ‘oh but I’ve got to get to work’ mother pushing in (yeah, well, I have 4 schools to drop everyone off to in the rain single handed, so P*SS off!)Which I refrained from saying, I smiled meekly, in case they were important mummies in the PTA or something…after she is dropped off, we all run back to the car, get in and go down to Monty’s school, 8.50 was the ‘Rentree’ school time to be there, 9.40 was when we showed up. Monty and I were met with scowls, but when I apologised, soaked through to the skin, explaining the lack of Airoplane and parachutes for the kids, I had to take them all separately to their 4 different schools. She mellowed, good job, I was about ready to lamp someone. Monty runs in, all chuffed to see his friends he has not seen all Summer, with a ‘Salut Maitress, je suis Monty, l’anglais’ (hiya teacher, I am Monty, the English dude) and a ‘see ya tonight, mum, love you’…he’s gone, big school, he is not phased by. Brilliant! 2 down, 2 to go.

Everyday at school last year, Mitzi cried, this year I fear the same, but today, as she is in the ‘big’ class in the Primary school, and as we have been here for nearly 3 years now, I know the teacher well, and the teaching assistant. She too, waltzes in, ignoring the teacher’s ‘ca va, Mitzi?’ I pull her back to answer, realising he’s asked her quietly, she did not hear (ear still oozing, just seen Dr tonight who has referred to the ENT specialist again, poor baby),. Already working, yes! The ‘oh, it’s not her fault, she didn’t hear you’. Anyway, 3, successfully down, the last now…The emotion builds up as we approach, I know her teacher really well, she’s a friend in fact, but not even this is a comfort to Esmie. The teaching assistant is a neighbour, oh, she’s my friend who was duck plucking the other day, my friend who gives me the ducks and chickens (although the sucks (haha, meant to write 'ducks' just reread this too late, 8 hours after I posted it!) have fooked off, and the chickens are nasty ass bastards, but that’s by-the-by), so there we go, I am happy as it’s not completely strange to her. She is inconsolable, and I leave (being told to!) in tears myself.

I have spent the day worrying, dealing with loads of b*llsh*t, which seems to be streaming in in it’s hoards into our letter box and other wise at the moment. I tackle it all, and I follow thought processes through and everything! I am feeling kinda beaten at the moment, we got a parking ticket (took kids to beach COMPLETELY forgot to buy a ticket F***), a speeding fine for going 7 kmh over the limit, and a fine for our back indicator not working, yeah well, have you looked on the INSIDE??? Not only that the work I thought was a definite, seems to be more vague now, and I am feeling a bit lost. Well, I felt a bit lost, then I baked bread, ironed, tidied, hovered, baked mini chocolate cakes for the kids and decided to make my own flyers/carsd, and be my own ‘Teacher of English’ off my own bat. So I got going designing a flyer. It’s s*** for the record, so I am attempting round 2 of designing work tomorrow. I do not want ‘happy kids laughing and learning’ or hands stretched out holding onto each other ‘breaking the language barriers’, maybe I’ll put a donkey on it, well it’ll get their attention…And then I felt a bit better, determining my own future, until my husband gives in to the ‘can we have number 5 yet?’ requests…(do I put an exclamation mark to suggest I am joking?). Esmie cried a lot of the morning, and was in my friend’s arms, then settled down in the afternoon, when I came early to watch them in the playground, she looked at me, waved and looked blankly at me, no smile, no nothing…poor me! I think she thought I had abandoned her, having never been with out me. But the monkey cuddle when I pick her up, makes up for it all…

So there we go, first day back at school, and I missed them terribly, I was SO happy to see all their little growing up faces tonight. I have also pre-prepared a story, for when I get the ‘no, don’t read us a story mummy, tell us one, oh please oh please’ requests later on, I am ready! A fox, a boy, a rabbit warren and a baby rabbit saved…there, that ought to do…

Have a great day all...

Tamsyn x