After what seems like an extraordinarily long- because it was – break from school, I had settled into such a routine and habit that I was almost content that they would never be returning to school.
It had become all to familiar. Even the snarky, demanding, control freaky comments of the ten year old were no longer getting to me. Although, they were increasing in intensity and frequency, and I was ready to drop him off last Tuesday. Especially when he repeatedly advised me that starting back on a Friday was “stupid” and he wasn’t going.
Yes, it is stupid, and no, you’re nost staying home.
So, today was back to school, all completely to schedule (thanks to my School Mayhem Managers – shhh, I haven’t officially launched them yet :)) with no nagging re shoes being put on or repeatedly requesting lunch be placed in the school bag.
(I did note, however, that the End Of Term last year, the “completely empty your bag” request was either overlooked or not listened to, and I wish I’d had my End of Term Manager handy then – nevermind)
No, discussion this morning revolved around Monkey Boy not wanting to go to school, then wearing tracksuit pants and a long sleeved school shirt for the 32* day we have planned. Also, the shirt is several sizes too small and much discussion revolved around that.
At least he had his shoes on and bag packed.
Chippie, in the meantime, was ignoring his breakfast and carrying around a tupperware container of Cruskits demanding we open them because he wanted a “cruntis”.
A word which sent me into giggles. Much like those of a seven year old boy upon hearing the word “poo”. Or “bum”. Or, perhaps, even “penis” or “boobs”. It just sounded a wee bit rude, and I contemplated suggesting the “get out of the cruntis door so we could got to cruntis school!”
Shuffled them out (late for me, but well and truly on time for school), rememebered I hadn’t got a photo, raced around to locate camera and got a pic of a surly ten year old and dopey be-grinned seven year old.
Make it to school unscathed and without much fuss, possibly because I kept walking with the two big ones and left Grumpy to contend with the littlest one and the Dropping Off At Childcare scenario. Seperation Anxiety has kicked in with a vengence. I can’t handle it today.
Arrive home, send a text message using the calculator, and sit down to a day of work – Kid FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. Oh, the joy. I haven’t had a day like this in what feels like three years, but was, in fact, just the school holidays. Which I’m sure were about three years long anyway.
I had no idea where to start, it was all terribly exciting!
Collect kids. Godzilla cannot be located, and was not seen, despite my waiting for him near his classroom door. He has, as usual, found his way to the playground, with no regard for anyone else. Monkey Boy still in surly mood and am tempted to leave him at school. We don’t. He gets narky walking to childcare to collect Chippie because he thinks I’ve said “no” to something. He’s rude to me. He picks on Godzilla. I have words and clear up the “you said no” situation. He understands I have said “yes”. He turns to Godzilla and says “HA HA I get to do it, you don’t!” Then I say “NO” and he gets upset again.
Which is only matched my Chippie’s worse-than-dropoff screaming and crying and wonder if he has a severe case of Non-separation Anxiety? Or, perhaps, Parental Bond Anxiety. I know I’m now having an anxiety of some description.
Also, some serious doubts about why I bothered to pick them up in the first place. Surely things would have been much nicer had I left them at their various places of education and care.
Godzilla was trying to cheer me up by rambling on and on about a DS game that he really likes. He hurt my brain. I don’t know what he’s talking about. It’s like he’s speaking a different language! Argh!
Arrive home, Grumpy heads off to get some vegies for dinner, Chippie takes his tanty up a notch and we can only work out that he wants Grumpy to stay home. At least, we think that, till Grumpy walks back in and he has another tanty and runs outside, and runs back in, and throws a train, and drags me out, and drags me back in, and Grumpy goes out, and he throws himself on the floor and Grumpy goes agian, and I cuddle him, and he runs off, and I go the other way, and he wants a cuddle, but then runs after Grumpy who tries to talk to him and I yell “Just fucking GO!” cos I feel the tanty is being prolonged with both of us here. Grumpy ends up taking him (where I discover later, he continued his tanty for most of the trip).
Make a cup of tea so I can discuss events with Monkey Boy.
Have not grabbed MUG. Have just grabbed a mug from the cupboard. It has a picture of Woody and Buzz (from Toy Story) on the side. I glance at Woody. He is staring back with that stupid, fucked up maniacal grin.
Overcome overwhelming desire to punch him in the face.
Make a vodka and tonic instead.
But not in that cup.