The girls went back to school today. The house is now quiet.
I was partly organised this time. All their school uniform was hung up and ready for them. Shoes were polished and by the door. Gold star for me I thought. We’re ahead of the game! By 8.15am I was feeling smug as I shuffled them towards the door to get in the car.
Silly me … eldest has a major melt down because she can’t find her hat! I find a few alternatives but the stamping of feet and tears suggest they are not appropriate.
‘Oh well, you can go to school without a hat. It doesn’t matter’, I say.
It would seem that that is not the case either! She stamps her feet even more pointing at her sisters who both have hats on their head.
‘They’ve got hats on. I’m not going to school without a hat!’, she rants.
So now we’re in stand off. Mr Dad tries to intervene but things start to get worse. It’s time to stage a sit in!
I place all the hats that fit her on the floor by the door. Then Mr Dad, RoRo, RaRa and myself all sit down and wait.
Eldest does not move.
It’s getting late!
RoRo and RaRa start giggling like loonies.
Tick tock! tick tock!
Finally after a few minutes eldest picks a hat and we can get into the car.
The twenty minute drive is uneventful. The girls even ask to do some maths … ‘You go to the shops and buy 7 apples. On the way home a large pink pig eats 3 of them. How many do you have left?’ And so it continues with giggles and claps all the way to school.
They skip off happily towards their classes. It’s all looking good again … then I realise I’ve forgotten three P.E. kits and a violin!
This is part of Tuesday Tea & Sympathy