I woke up this morning and thought “Last day of term… I’ll do the grocery shopping and then maybe take Toby out for lunch before a blitz clean and the kids come rolling home.” Then I moved and realised my plans were a bit ambitious. My eyes were puffy, my throat felt all clogged and when I sat up it was like my nose turned on a tap. And it wasn’t a polite little drip… drip… drip either. Oh, no, it was on full blast. By the time I’d thrown some clothes on and walked about eight steps from my bedroom I knew it was going to end badly and messily. Fortunately I was right outside the toilet and I have good aim.
My next thought was I’d do breakfasts and lunchboxes and once the big two were out the door I could lie down and whimper in peace. I forgot to take into account the fact that I have a very rambunctious three year old and me lying down is simply an invitation for him to jump on me. A lot. While screeching. Loudly.
I gave it up as a bad job and we went and got the groceries – including holiday treats which have to be hidden so the eight year old doesn’t find them and polish them off in one go! – and came home to have lunch and try this resting gig again. It didn’t happen. Even lying on the couch with a blanket over me and ABC Kids on to entertain him didn’t help… he kept stripping the blanket off me and laughing at my reaction. He definitely needs to work on his bedside manner!
So, the eight year old has just rolled in and they’ve both been presented with a plate of snacks (the oldest is being dropped off at dancing, she’ll be home at dinnertime) and I think I’m going to try again. Surely the food will hold them for at least ten minutes? Wish me luck!
PS On the bright side, it looks like a fairly temporary thing and not the dreaded “G” that I dare not even utter… and it’s now, not next week. Next week I have fun stuff planned that I don’t want to miss!!!
My poor neglected blog… it’s been languishing here for a couple of days while we finished off the school holidays and then I sent the kids back to school and still didn’t get in here. Sorry about that, MIP.
So, where were we? Wow, what a lot of w’s! *lol* That’s right, I’d made one of my favourite salads and we went and spent a few hours with friends and had a fantastic time. They’re on a nice little bit of land with space for the kids to race around and have fun without bothering anyone. Miss8 had fun with their piano and the other kids, Mr7 had a blast on their tree swing and just randomly exploring and Master2 was shadowed by a dog everywhere he went – smart dog knew he would be a good sharer. Just as well Domino (the dog!) seems immune to chocolate as there was a fair bit of sharing a cupcake or three between Master2 and the dog.
We did a final round of visiting people and running errands on the public holiday on Monday and managed to avoid getting stuck in any public holiday/end of school holiday traffic which is a small miracle in itself. It was great catching up with people and chatting about what they’ve been doing recently, term time is pretty packed with kids and their activities so we made the most of the rare treat.
Then yesterday it was time to pack all the lunchboxes again (six between three children, slightly ridiculous in itself!) and send them all off to school (or kindy!) and try not to grin too hard as I said goodbye. I think I managed it but wouldn’t like to put it in writing. Oh, wait…
And now for the fun job of getting caught up on everything. I’ve got work deadlines all over the place, school meetings, a massive to do list and a really fun volunteer thing I’m doing at the moment that has got me humming Christmas music with not a stray piece of tinsel in sight. It’s a lot of “head down, get it done” stuff for the next week or so, I think. And then next Friday I get to really enjoy myself with the Good Food and Wine Show which I’m looking forward to.
May your day be merry and bright…
… and when you’re talking about a P&C meeting then it’s great!
Yes, I’m one of those people that trots off every month to my local school to put in my two cents worth and hear what is happening in the school. In this case the school is our local special school (school for kids with disabilities for those querying the term) and my seven year old son is a pupil there. He absolutely adores his school – he bolts down the driveway to get on the bus in the morning and holidays are not his idea of a good time, we’re far too boring compared to school!
This school is particularly awesome, we moved to this area so he could go there. When we were looking at schools we had so many things in mind and I had the fun job of ringing every special school in South East Queensland and talking to them about the programs they run, about our son and about how they thought he would fit in. It can be quite demoralising having that kind of conversation over and over where you say that your child is non verbal, is permanently in nappies, has severe autism and a global development delay, has a sensory processing disorder and PICA and all the other bits and pieces.
His school was the first one that made me feel comfortable, that made me feel like he would be valued and respected as a person and that they weren’t just going to “warehouse” him but actually do their best to help him find a way of communicating with us and the wider community. It started right from the very first phone call and how the administration staff made me feel welcome and continued right through the enrolment process. It is a slightly different process than enrolling in your local state school and involves a rather horrific verification process – I’m yet to meet a person who has left that meeting with dry eyes.
And yet through it all the staff and administration have been welcoming and encouraging and always enthusiastic. They truly know how to celebrate the smallest things and the fact that they enjoy their job is visible. It takes a special kind of person to become a teacher or teachers aide… and very, very special people to work in the special education field. There isn’t a lot that we can do to show our support as parents except turn up to book week parades and things like that, so my couple of hours a month at the P&C is a great way of giving back and supporting them all.
And now I need to go and write my list of people buying raffle tickets for our latest fundraiser. Anyone want a ticket? 😀