The little lady goes back to school on Monday after the Easter break.
After two luxurious weeks without setting an alarm, I can’t say I’m relishing the thought of getting up at 7am again.
Nevermind the inevitable last-minute panics over forgotten homework and unwashed PE kit.
But more importantly, over the course of this holiday it’s hit me just how much E has grown up since she started foundation in September. On the one hand, this scares the crap out of me, on the other I have really enjoyed her company and the almost-adult-like, yet still-completely-random conversations we now have.
It goes without saying that I will miss her like crazy from the moment I drop her off and I’ll be counting down the hours until 3.15pm.
However, it’s not all bad. There are some benefits to that alarm going off on Monday.
I won’t miss the daily craft explosions. As much as I appreciate all the homemade cards, models and artwork I think the Dyson needs a break from glitter.
I won’t miss the relentless tidal wave of toys that end up absolutely everywhere. Despite the joy of rolling over onto a Barbie in the middle of the night.
I won’t miss the post-apocalyptic-like devastation that follows a playdate at my house.
I won’t miss soft play rammed full of sweaty, feral, primary school-aged children. Especially when there are no free tables and the coffee machine breaks down.
I won’t miss packing enough snacks to feed a small army when we go out. Seriously, how many brioche rolls can one child consume?
I won’t miss food shopping with both children. Shopping trolleys are designed to accommodate babies and toddlers. Not five year olds, who insist on sitting in the main bit of the trolley, but then whine about sharing it with the actual shopping, before crying because they drop the crap plastic toy from a £4 magazine, reluctantly bought in the hope that it would prevent any whining in the first place.
I won’t miss having to not be such a lazy mare and cook E a proper dinner. Free hot school meals rock.
Despite the fact that I’ve thoroughly enjoyed not having to get up, organised and be out of the door by 8.30am every morning, and E has loved being able to play all day every day, I think we’re both looking forward to the routine of going back to school.
She thrives on the stimulation and structure that she gets at school. I know that she misses her friends and is looking forward to seeing her teachers again.
And to be perfectly honest I am looking forward to a rest. Five year olds are knackering.