I’ve waited seven years for this day.
Yesterday was my son’s first day of school.
That meant it was my first day of freedom.
So what did I get up to? All kinds of wild, crazy and self-indulgent things? Well, of course. Here’s how it went down.
7.17am Wake feeling squished. Seven-year-old daughter has come into the bed during the night because she had a bad dream. Four-year-old son has come into the bed during the night because he likes to snuggle. Wonder if he is too young to go to school because he still likes snuggling with his mum in bed.
7.43am Panic about son’s first-ever school lunch. What if he pulls the lid off his plastic container and the strawberries go flying everywhere? Decide to put them in a plastic bag. What if he tries to drink the contents of the ice brick and it turns out to be some toxic substance? Decide to calm the hell down.
8.19am Cannot believe how adorable my son is in his school uniform. Awww…
8.20am Cannot believe how infuriating my son is. Why won’t he put his socks on? Wonder if he is too young to go to school because he never does as he is told.
8.55am Stand and watch as 100 kindy kids sit quietly on the ground and wait to be allocated to classes. Am stunned to see my son sitting quietly with them. I have never seen him sit quietly before without a screen in front of him.
9.27am Leave my son. Tears are welling in my eyes. Take one last look at him in his big new uniform and new shoes, on this momentous day, as he begins his formal education. He is yawning.
9.33am Check my phone. Expecting school to ring and tell me that my son is completely unteachable or that he has run away and can't be found. Nothing yet.
10.07am Sit at the computer to do some work. Feels very strange not to be interrupted by a small child every two minutes. Interrupt myself every two minutes by checking Facebook to see what my friends think of my photo of my son's first day at school.