After six weeks off school, and lazy mornings of not having to get up or actually BE anywhere, it is was nice to get back into the school run routine this week.
Yes, we had lots of lovely days out, but most mornings consisted of not getting dressed until 10am. Just because we didn’t need to, so we weren’t going to, so there.
There’s only so much of that I can take, though. I don’t do slobbing around in my pyjamas very well. If I’m up, I need to be dressed and that means the small people do, too.
I can’t get my brain into gear, or my backside motivated to DO anything if I’m still in nightwear. I still have my asleep head on.
Whereas if I get us all dressed it suddenly motivates me to wake up. (Well, after a fashion – let’s not get too carried away…)
So it’s been great to have a morning routine back in place this week.
The small one’s started in Year 1, and has had to get his head round more work than he’s used to.
On his first day back, he declared that he LOVED his new class.
“There’s a LOT of work, Mummy. LOTS of writing, and reading. I love my new class though.”
The 9 year old though, is more jaded and hardened to the trappings of school as he’s been there a few years now and the novelty has worn off slightly.
“Uh, do I have to go back to school already?!”
Um, yes you do. Get used to the fact, boy!
As for me? I can get things DONE again. I can get housework done (and write, in peace!) without having to break off to split up fights, or referee STUPID arguments…
“He’s LOOKING at me, make him stop!”
Give me strength. Hurrah for the start of school term…:-)