Back into Routine!

Well, we have successfully survived the first week back at school! Yay us! We slipped back into our well-practiced morning routine as if it were yesterday and not weeks ago! The only difference was D had a different uniform.

Our plan was to drop J and S off first because we know the school and it would be easier to find their classrooms and drop off them and book packs. We were then going to pop over to the high school and sort out D. Note I said that was our plan but, of course, it didn’t work out that way. We arrived at the primary school to discover that they too had slipped back into their morning routine too! In other words – everyone must wait in the undercover area until the first bell rings at 8:40! The first day back – really!!! I was not amused! I suggested to Dad that he take D to the high school and I would sort out the other two. (Note to self – always have a back up plan!)

While we waited I began to notice that some of the kids (and parents) were arriving in the undercover area, leaving and not returning… Being a curious person, I decided we needed to investigate, so off we trekked again. By now I am carrying both book packs and my fingers are no longer talking to me – except to hint at mutiny!

We arrived at the Year 1 room to discover it was open and the teachers were present! Yay again! Now, it has been a while since I’ve done the Year 1 thing but I did think I was immune to emotions! That sneaky teacher, though, had other plans for us veterans though! Under each child’s nametag was a small bag with a tissue, a teabag and a note that reads,

“Thank you for leaving your child in my care

I promise we’ll have lots of fun.

It’s ok to feel sad, or perhaps even glad

Your little one’s started Grade one!

Use the tissue if needed

Enjoy a cuppa or two

Please come back at three, and

I’ll return your loved one to you!”

And that’s when S started to cry! (And no - I hadn’t read that to him.)

Fortunately that first bell rang, so I HAD to leave because I still needed to get J to his classroom… Well, at least, that’s what I told S anyway…

On the way to the Year 5 room, J mentioned that he was feeling a bit nervous. J doesn’t tend to feel nervous, so that was not something I expected to hear from him. Being the good mum I am, I reassured him that he would be fine as he had the same teacher from last year and most of the kids would be the same. We arrived at his room and deposited his book pack (fingers immediately felt better) and we said goodbye. I was good and didn’t embarrass him by giving him a huge hug in front of his class mates – told you I was a good mum!

I left the school grounds, holding my little bag, and waited for Dad to come back. I was so proud of D. Apparently Dad took him to the high school and D told him that he would take it from there – he would sort himself out! And he did!!!

All 3 enjoyed their day and were full of news, excitement and homework!!!