Back to school
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well not yet, but shortly. It is my favourite time of year.
Hours spent looking for uniform, then finding it, taking it back, buying the size larger, too scratchy, taking it back, finding the right size, only to find it is the wrong size…taking it back.
Then we need to buy school shoes. Three lots. Hours spent trying to persuade a 12 year old that she doesn’t need stilettoes in year 8, then more time spent trying to persuade a 9 year old that those softest leather shoes from El Corte Ingles are not too tight and that she’s just too used to wearing flip flops for the last 2 months, and lastly trying to find a shoe to fit a 14 year old in size 44 that is wide enough for him not to screech at me in an even higher squeaky voice than we are already experiencing. Puberty and children….lovely mix.
Then there are the trainers, three lots. Laces or velcro? I opted for velcro as I thought I might strangle myself if I bought the laces.
Then we have the school bags. All needing adjusting to see if they cause shoulder rub or look good. Searching for long mirrors, preening, prancing. I don’t think at any point did any of my children actually consider would their books fit in the new school bags.
Stationery is another day trip. Rubbers that sing as they erase, pencils that have heads with wobbly eyes attached, gel pens that write upside down in space……
Lastly I get to sew on the name tags. I was so fed up last week I stuck a needle and thread, in a spot on my face and walked around the house asking my children if they thought I was too old for body piercings?
Yes, back to school and I think I need a holiday….
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