It was Girl Lacer’s last day of term today, it was presentations this morning (vouchers from the trendier local department store, as although all us 30 something mums adore John Lewis, we do remember our 20s well enough to remember (eventually) that a 23 year old teacher would probably not be too thrilled with John Lewis vouchers). I, as a rep, got some Crabtree & Evelyn goodies, probably what the 20 something teacher thought was right up the street of a 30 something mum (when you’re 23, a 30 something mum must seem like an alien creature), actually I quite liked my Crabtree & Evelyn goodies, so conforming to type there! Girl Lacer gave her teachers the bags I made the other day with the embroidered faces on to.
Me and Boy Lacer then went home to enjoy the last day of reasonable quiet before picking up Girl Lacer at 2pm and onto a mass picnic in the drizzle in the park. I had to utilise my independently roving eye balls keeping an eye on both Girl Lacer, who was busy proving her tom boy side after yesterday’s ballet exam, by climbing as many trees as possible, I had to not look after awhile, too scary, whilst Boy Lacer was dribbling his football and getting in the way of a far bigger boys football match.
Then onto Sainsburys where I was in an expansive mood, so allowed Girl Lacer dictate dinner choice, so it’s pizza with icecream complete with cornet, unfortunately also complete with enough sprinkles and decorations to make it look like a cow (I can only try), thank you cornet sellers for putting ideas in my children’s heads.
So, I can’t believe it’s the end of reception or the end of Boy Lacer’s time at home pretty much all the time (I think there’s a whole lot of difference between just two mornings a week compared to five afternoons a week next year). With Girl Lacer, well, you’re only in reception once aren’t you, whereas years 1 and 2 sort of blend in with each other, just as years 3, 4, 5 and 6 do. Those years are also a lot more hard work! And reception is a special time, your first experience with school, learning to read, learning to do maths. I’ll miss Girl Lacer’s teachers, particularly her class teacher, who was an excellent role model and the lovely nursery nurse who has been with Girl Lacer’s class group for two years, I really hope Boy Lacer is her class group when he’s in reception. As for Boy Lacer going to nursery soon, we’ll have significantly less solo time together, just as he is really beginning to blossom, which is sad, although I am grateful in that Boy Lacer, who was widely predicted to be premature and could easily have been born in August instead of October, he was actually born at the end of September, only a few days early, if he had been born in August he’d have been going to reception next year, not nursery.
So, to the holidays, tomorrow I want a lay-in, the kids have been really hard to get up the last few months, so of course they’ll be up at 6am tomorrow. We have a physio appointment for Boy Lacer, just to check his progress (he’s doing really well, I suspect we won’t be seeing the physio again for quite some time, so that’ll be just like speech therapy and occupational therapy then – note of irony there) and also to get fitted for some more Pedro boots, he’s meant to get his Pedro boots fitted in orthotics, but the first appointment was at the end of August. Think after that it’ll be a leisurely lunch in town and then not much more than that. It’s been a hectic end of term, as always and forget the kids, I need a break! So we just have a mummy and Girl Lacer trip to the craft cafe lined up for the weekend. But long term holiday plans, there are quite a few art galleries we want to do and as long as it doesn’t keep peeing down, we’ll try and get lots of parks in. We’ll be going to my dad’s in August, where hopefully he’ll still have a brand new kitten, if it hasn’t escaped again or terrorised my dad out of house and home. It seems a long time till September 7th.
