By MIA FREEDMAN
School went back today and already my happy family is falling apart. I am not my best in the morning and neither is my daughter. We are not morning people.
And over the holidays, I have been lulled into a lovely sense of tranquility by the lack of structure. While we were on holidays, obviously, it was super cruisey. Beach life. Late nights. Lazy mornings. Nobody had to be anywhere. No demands of any kind.
When we came home and Jason and I returned to work, it was a gentle re-entry because the kids were still on holidays and only the adults had to be up, dressed and out the door by 8am. Actually 8:30am because there was no traffic.
It’s astonishingly easy to leave the house on time when the only thing you have to worry about is how to transport your green smoothie to work.
The degree of difficulty has upped steadily since then. My 4yo went back to pre-school last week, my eldest went back to high school yesterday and Coco went into 2nd class today.
Naturally, things fell apart immediately. My daughter gets very anxious and doesn’t like change. Even though she wasn’t starting a new school, she had a new teacher and a new classroom and that was enough to tip her over the edge. And naturally, she dragged me with her, the rest of the family hurtling down in my wake.
It’s been an emotionally charged 24 hours not made any easier by the fact we arrived late for ‘registration’ at her school yesterday which went from 2-3pm. (I am self-employed and have almost complete control of my working hours and STILL I struggle to fit in with the school clock which appears to operate oblivious of the outside world but anyway…)
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You know what... I have 3 issuses with this.
1. I struggle to fit in with the school clock which appears to operate oblivious of the outside world but anyway - Ok then welll because you cant be organised the whole education system will change to fit in with you. Seriously! School hours have been like this for a long time. Teachers are people to, we have to fit in with others 'clocks' and deal with it, give it a shot.
2. Being late always - hight of rudeness.
3. A child with anxiety would benifit from parents that do not constantly run late. running late is stressful for these chn.
I'm so happy! My people are out there. I feel like I've come home!
Re: Lateness
I am late sometimes; much more than I would like. I would never intentionally keep someone waiting but being on time seems to come more easily to others. I find it embarrassing and stressful - made worse by those ill mannered people who pass comment on my bad mannered tardiness - don't they see the irony?