Well, The Child and I are two days in to her being at school for the full day, and we’re both struggling. She was grumpy this morning, and on the way home. I was grumpy this morning, and had a nap about lunchtime. I was therefore a bit less grumpy on the way home. Hmm. Perhaps I’ll wait until we’re a bit more settled into this routine before job hunting. And no, it’s not just an excuse. While I’m feeling like this I don’t think I’d do a particularly good job of persuading someone to give me a job. Hopefully we’ll be sorted by the end of the week though, or by the end of next week at the absolute latest. I must get an early night tonight.
Anyway, this situation I’m in, well, I kind of managed to figure out where I was and where I stood and everything. Turns out it’s not so simple. Well perhaps it is. I could be right. But I’m not so sure again. What I need to do is figure out how to turn into some unfeeling bitch. Actually that’s not true. I certainly need to be less sensitive. And perhaps I could grow the balls to actually ask where I stand, though in different words of course. But in a way I don’t want to force things. I guess I’m a bit scared of what might be said. Why can’t life be just a little bit easier. At least I’m being more cautious than I was last year. I might not have learned the lesson completely, but I learned something. And I’m still not entirely sure how I actually feel myself. Nostalgia or real? Hmm. I’ll have to think about it. Or try and forget about it. I don’t know. Argh!
And to go back to the school topic, well today’s school run was a nightmare. When they put a sign up asking parents not to pass the skittles, why can’t the parents actually stay put and not pass the skittles? The Child couldn’t get into school because the gate in was blocked by a million parents who had passed the skittles. Then there were those us capable of reading who hung back. The Child managed to squeeze past, after being trodden on by numerous mums and dads. Grrrr. They can’t read, and they can’t look where they’re going. Grrrrrrrr. And it was pretty much the same deal at home time too. Can you go and get your own child when they come out? No, because a million idiots have surged forward, past the skittles, and are blocking the gate. Not only can you not see your own kid, he or she can’t see you. The whole thing gets gridlocked, and there are loads of panicked kids trying to find their parents among the crowd. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Just a minor irritation though. And The Child still loves school. She’s not so sure about the early mornings though. Hmmm. Just a few more days and we’ll be fine. I shall keep telling myself this, and then I might actually come to believe it. She’s going to bed early now though, and without complaint as well. Yay.
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