The end is in sight! Next week is the beginning of half term (ours is two weeks long. I’m excited but know full well I’ll be begging to drag him back to school by the first Thursday.) We’ve made it through the first half term of Reception, of proper school.
Let me detail the life lessons I’ve learnt during the past five weeks. I’m not even sure it’s been five weeks, may have been four, could have been six. It’s been long, that’s all I can say.
There is nothing harder than getting your child to sit down and do homework. Honestly, this child will sit down and write letters and sums for fun! We’ve been buying him “workbooks” for years and he loves it. But my god, if I get his worksheets out to go over his phonics that school gave him. It’s like I’ve explained he needs to write a four page essay on Othello.
Getting ready in the morning makes time go wibbly wobbly timey wimey. If you’ve seen Doctor Who, you’ll know what I’m on about. Basically, somehow there’s some sort of time glitch that happens between 7:00 and 8:30am. It’s fine, you’ve got time, make yourself a cuppa it’s only 7:15. And then SUDDENLY within seconds it’s somehow 8:28 and you’ve still got conditioner on your hair and you’re going to have to go through the Late Office again.
School dinners are a world we will never understand. Now, I’m fully aware of what Elliot has for dinner, other than the day I heard he had a chicken and cabbage pizza. (Pesto. It was pesto. My poor uncultured child.) However, he has told me every single day he’s been at school this half term that he’s had cucumber and bread for pudding. I mean, sometimes I do worry he’s not really my child as there is no way on this earth you could convince me to eat cucumber for pudding. Unless you find a way of placing it inside a cake.
It’s always good to find your people. But you might not. I’ve noticed from my playground people-watching that you can get some cliques in the playground. Not much changes from when you’re at school to when your children are at school, you’re still going to get those girls who stand in the corner and give you a dodgy look because you didn’t quite get time to brush your hair this morning. (Hey, at least I washed the conditioner off – give a girl a break!)
It’s always good to find your people. And sometimes you do. I’m not going to sit here and say I’m the most open and friendly person in the playground as I’m not. The overwhelming pit of anxiety burning in my stomach constantly has something to do with that. However, I have found a little group of parents to stand with and playground people-watch with. Also, having someone to walk to school with means I have a new incentive for Elliot to get out of the door in the morning.
I have literally just dipped my toe into the world of school parenting, and I’m half excited/half dreading the future. Trust me though, I’ll still be here full of
useless helpful tips every step of the way!