There is one thing I just don’t get why anyone gives a f**k about.
(Well, to be truthful there is probably more than one thing, I also can’t get my head around why people hate Crocs so much, but this one really puzzles me.)
It’s one thing that everyone I encounter seems to have an opinion on – and a very forthright opinion at that.
It’s one thing that everyone seems to have “a child who”, everyone seems to have had “a neighbour that” and nearly everyone seems to have gone through it “when they were at school.”
And each and every single one of these has a very loud and forceful point of view.
And for the life of me I just don’t know why.
I just don’t get why anyone else has such a strong opinion on when my daughter starts school.
We live in NSW and my four-year-old apricot-haired daughter is within the range, though at the tail end of it, of starting kindergarten next year. Being an April 16 birthday she could very well be off with her too-long school uniform and her too-big backpack.
She will be my last child of three to start school. A process I am familiar with, comfortable with, at a school her two elder brothers, aged six and eight already attend.
Except I am thinking of not starting her next year actually at all.
Maybe. Possibly. Maybe.
I might and I might not.
I should and I shouldn’t.