Just like that, it’s over.
No more mornings at the gates.
I wasn’t allowed to take a photo and that’s quite fine as your mam would prefer to draw you anyway.
I’ll remember more that way.
But I would like to know who stole the years from me.
The last year in particular was a huge heist.
Millie’s studying A- levels and Welsh Baccalaureate. Being at home means she has to study remotely with the school.
I can tell she’s doing Welsh, the pencil has been chewed and she’s ignoring the dogs while giving the laptop a stare that would make a grown man cry.
I’m going to hide in the kitchen.
“I have something for you mum” are words that every parent knows are laced with a few meanings.
The first is innocent and lovely, probably a little handful of daisies or a hug.
The second, however, is something unwanted, sinister and must be approached with extreme caution and cynicism.
“Oh yes?” comes my reply (raised eyebrow). I am the master after years of being tricked, poker face is on and braced for impact,
And there they are in my hand, a scrunched up pile of months and months of school letters, casually handed over without a single drop of sweat shed.
Months of letters.
Suppose it could have been a slug or a dead spider.
Organised? I laugh in the face of organised and bring you morning anarchy!
Can’t be shown, won’t be shown. Has to learn it himself. Can’t think who on earth he gets that from.
It’s that time of year when Millie brings home her exercise books to be covered for the year.
I’ll leave you with Millie on this one…
Slow to wake, slow to eat breakfast and even slower to get to school. What fun.
Asking Evie if she has any toy stowaways on board before we leave for school is pointless. The answer will always be a hesitant and squeaky no.
Reminding her that she cant take dinosaurs to school, (no matter how small and how cute) is also pointless.
Either I have to invent a small plastic toy detector or it’s frisking time.
And it’s going to be tickly…
The slow trudge home from school just got slower now that Gruff is out of the pram and walking too. The only drawback, is that there’s no where to put the coats, bags, hats, lunch boxes, kitchen sinks,..etc that the girls bring home from school each day!
We also have our little stalker Arnie that lies in wait at the top of the road, waiting for the return of his little clan.
Never mind you can’t move, can’t have you getting cold now, it’s cold in the morning!
Oh look, what a surprise its raining again. I suppose being small makes it worse as you’re closer to the puddles. I think the best place is inside the pram under the rain covers. Its ok for Millie, she get’s dropped off at school, its Evie and I that have to climb back up the hill and get both sides wet! Oh well, the thought of tea and toast keeps us going…..
Of course when the weather turns glorious in September it can only mean one thing, school term begins. I can still remember sweating buckets in my pristine winter uniform and my glasses sliding off my nose in 20 degrees of heat in a school hall.
The uniform came out the wardrobe and we trudged down the hill to school. First day as a junior. Evie howled as her big sister skipped happily in. We made it better with a balloon and an afternoon in the paddling pool.