I’ve read a lot of blogs from Mums seeming to come across as perfect that all you need is a structured routine and everything will go absolutely smoothly. Well newsflash kids have a mind of their own and some weeks absolutely everything goes wrong!
Firstly this week started off not great when he told me at 7.30am just before leaving the house for his second day back he needed to take a toothbrush to school as they were teaching them how to brush their teeth, which leaves me feeling like the parent/teacher boundaries might be being blurred why am I doing an hours plus reading with an 8 year old every night let alone teaching him how to multiply and divide fractions in YEAR 3! While you’re teaching him how to brush his teeth? Surely this should be the other way round?
He also chooses this time to produce a letter he’s been secreting god only knows where up til this point which says he’s going on a school trip in two weeks and there’s a ‘voluntary’ payment required of £17. I don’t mind paying for trips to enhance his education but I object to these letters based on the fact it says ‘voluntary’ payments and then it is automatically added to the online school payment system and shows up as overdue followed up by phone calls chasing me for the ‘voluntary’ payment. Think we need to redefine the word voluntary.
I myself have even recently written a post with a free printable for helping with that back to school routine. I practice what I preach so I have that same printable stuck in Master Clack’s bedroom and on the fridge in the kitchen, did it work this morning? No!
Firstly he got dressed and the socks he found weren’t the ‘right’ kind of socks. Apparently to an 8 year old there are difficult socks to put on and easy socks to put on. I’m guessing the easy socks are mine as they seem to disappear into a black hole and it’s me going about my day in Ninja Turtles socks, the ideal accessory for a working 35 year old woman!
15 reminders later he gets round to brushing his teeth and downstairs notices the TV is on and goes into a trance while holding his lunchbox in his hand which yes I did prep the night before. All he had to do was take it out of the fridge and put it in the bag, simple right? Holding the lunchbox in hand in the living room he needed several reminders he might need the school bag which is in the kitchen to put the lunchbox in. Then we had a struggle to find the school shoes RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIS FACE and needed several more reminders to actually put them on!
We seem to have struggled this week despite the best of intentions but he has still come home every day glowing saying his teacher is saying she’s proud of his attitude and hard work (miracles do happen!) the mornings are hard as you’re rushing around trying to get the kids to school on time before going and doing a full 8 hours at your paid for job because yes, snotty mothers at the school run, I unashamedly work for a living, shock horror! But the afternoons soothe away my morning worries with his beaming face because his teacher has said she’s proud of him. I tell him that all the time and I never get that face in response!
Here’s to next week……..you may have won the battle Master Clack you will not win the war!