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School 3

Dad and son’s school bags ready for the off!

THE Beast has been in preschool for two days now and I already hate that poxy school run.

Can we pause for a minute actually to discuss the phrase ‘school run’. What does it mean? Do people actually run it? Like put on their runners and their sweat pants and jog up the road, children gaily ambling beside them? It’s an odd phrase, it feels weird in my mouth.

Anyway, whatever the origin, I’ve a pain in my hoop with it already.

You belt around the house like a lunatic packing bags and persuading children to eat something, then hustle them up the road, hurrying them along as they stop to examine every single leaf and stick, wrestle them into the school then walk the same way home. And then a scant couple of hours later you drag your carcass back up that damn road again and do the whole thing in reverse? And you do that every day for, oh, the next 14 years? WHO thought that was a good idea? Surely some sort of Star Trek transporter beam would be more efficient? I’ll have worn a path in the road in the shape of my footprints in another few months.

And I’m probably the jammiest mother on the internet right now because I only have one kid to drop off and we live within walking distance to our school, it’s only up the road, so it’s at the lowest end of the ‘Kill me now, Lord’ scale.

I know another parent in a bloggers group I’m in who spends TWO HOURS in the car doing drop offs and pick ups with various children. Others have to wrangle with school buses and staggered start times, or drive to the opposite side of town in rush hour traffic. I can’t even imagine it, they deserve medals.

I remember the long commute from my own school days – up at 6.30am, on a bus by 7.30am at the latest to travel miles across the city and then often not getting home until 5pm or later depending on traffic. Every day for my whole school career and it was the bane of my existence. I had almost forgotten about it, it was so long ago, until this week when I said the words ‘Hurry now, we don’t want to be late for school’ and I started getting flashbacks.

School 2

School run angst not withstanding however, we survived the first week at school and The Beast was a little trooper. There were some tears and a small amount of anxiety, of course. This is his first time away from me and it’s such a huge adjustment but he’ll get there.

He’s already mastered the art of telling me absolutely zero about what he’s been getting up to at school though, only two days in.

Me: So how was your first day? What did you do?

Him: I don’t know.

Me: Did you do colouring?

Him: No.

Me: Did you play with the toys?

Him: No.

Me: Do you remember any of the things you did?

Him: No.

On the second day he came out clutching some pages he had been colouring in and his teacher told me they had done puzzles, of which there is photographic evidence, and he had played with a little boy.

School 1

Here he is, categorically not doing any puzzles.

Me: Look at these pictures! Did you do some colouring and some puzzles and play with a little boy?

Him: I didn’t play with any toys, I didn’t play with anyone, I didn’t do anything.

On our way out we met The Beast’s pal Little Miss who is also in his class and is a veteran of the school having been there last year, so I thought I’d ask her what they had been doing as she’s a great little chatter, always full of news.

Me: What did you kids do today?

Her: *sighing* Nothing.

So there you have it. Our first week of school is done, I already hate the school run and The Beast did absolutely nothing.

Fantastic!

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