Well, we survived. No tears, not even from me. And not only were we on time, we were so early the twinlings actually asked why they couldn’t go into their classroom. Basically I’m petrified of seeing their innocent four year old names in the black and white of the late register.
I’ve been organised though. So organised I’m quietly impressed with myself. Shoes lined up at the bottom of the stairs, book bags and helmets hanging on scooters by the front door and uniforms and undies piled on the floor outside their bedrooms. I even followed a tip from a newspaper supplement and piled the clothes up in the order they put them on. Not massively helpful to the twinlings because I have to coax them into their clothes, what four year old wouldn’t rather be playing trains than getting ready for school?
I haven’t managed to organise myself so well though. Instead of leaving calmly I’m charging around in search of my shoes, umbrella, keys, phone – all hidden by DH, of course. And I’ve been dangerously close to being late for pick up time too, which should be the easy bit really shouldn’t it?
A column in last week’s Sunday Times claimed punctuality, or a lack of it, was a power issue, so people are late because it gives them power over the people they keep waiting. But for me it’s more about not wanting to wait around, I like to arrive on the dot, which doesn’t allow for slip ups, like lost door keys. So I’m going to have to give myself an extra five minutes for pick up time.
I think it’s going to be a tough few weeks getting them settled in, they were excited to go on the first day but even just a morning session tires them out quickly. Pickle shuffled home whimpering to himself on Friday and they asked me on their way in this morning (Monday) if it was their last day for the week. If only!
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