1. Start A Revolution
2. Summertime’s In Bloom
3. A Better Place To Play
The Man has my cold. He is Very Ill Indeed. All he could manage this morning was getting himself to work, so I did breakfastanddressingandtidyingupandcleaningupandwashingandteethandmakingpackedlunches. Poor old him. Imagine getting it this bad after only one day. I really am very lucky that I’ve been able to keep going through the whole week I’ve had it. The dentist rang. I have an appointment tomorrow morning, and so does Son 1 aged 4y 11m. I made this appointment in February. When I was in pre-school world. Tomorrow is Son 1’s first day at school. I rang them. “Bring him in when you’ve finished,” they said.
We’d arranged to meet The Wednesday Friends on the Beach By The Garden. MAcs and wellies, because the forecast was rain. But we just wanted to get outside. By the time I’d finished all my jobs though, we were very late. And it was raining very hard. The others had de-camped into the Beach Cafe. We arrived, Son 1 in full Captain Hook, Son 2 aged 23m barely awake. Six five-and-under boys in a cafe. Didn’t work. We abandoned it. Best Friend and Little Brother came here, the other Wednesday Family went home. The boys played well. It rained and rained. When it came for home time, Son 1 tried to persuade Best Friend to stay. ”This is the funnest house. We haven’t got all the toys out yet.” He was the Child Catcher. He cried when they left.
And this evening I became The Terrifying Mother Who Invites The Whole Class To Parties. In my defence… these are September birthdays. Last year I invited one boy from Nursery who’d already invited Son 1 to something, and then spent the rest of the year feeling guilty every time another invitation appeared. This year they can all come if they like, hospitality done and dusted, hooray hooray. And Son 1 starts school tomorrow. Herein endeth the pre-school years. And our Wednesdays together. Pang, Pang, Go Away. I have done my best.
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