After a year of being a SAHM I am back to work tomorrow and rather looking forward to it. I am going part-time, so the best of both worlds really. The kiddlies are looking forward to going back and I can’t wait for a bit of peace and quiet on my days off. My, the summer holidays are long when you’re a parent. Eldest is starting Year 3, so it will be a whole new adventure for her and I am sure she will grab the bull by the horns and embrace all the ‘big school’ has to offer her. She is definitely ready for it.
For me it means more homework and being emotionally blackmailed to attend all sports’ fixtures, home or away. Whilst I can think of nothing I’d rather do than stand in the cold watching my daughter play hockey or netball and pretending to know what’s going on, it isn’t always going to be practical or possible. I have told her this and already had the hang-dog look of ‘you can’t truly love me then…’ Bah! I have assured her that Mummy will be there if she can – just look for a red-haired woman bundled up in scarves with a takeaway costa and sneaking a look at Twitter every now and then.
I can tell she is growing up fast and not just by the fact she has outgrown last year’s uniform and left us with a significant hole in September’s budget. No, she has taken to wearing her hair in a side pony-tail and is sporting a pair of shiny, very pink baseball boots on the end of her legginged limbs with denim shorts over the top. I’m sure I wore something similar at her age, but I have the excuse that it was the 80s. I went into H&M with her yesterday and it was like walking into a time machine. I half-expected them to be playing Huey Lewis and the News over the stereo and perhaps I had, indeed, nipped into the DeLorean for a quick trip back to 1985….
Anyway, throughout her short life, every time I have gushed about how much easier girls are compared to boys I have had parents looking at me with mild irritation and much pity as they say ‘Just wait for the teenage years….then you’ll change your mind’. Well, teenage is 5 years away (or 5 years and 71 days away to be precise – we’re on next birthday countdown already) and I plan to keep her out of teen mode for as long as possible. Having said that, she’s asked for a ‘disco party’ this year. No more pass the parcel, just pass the lip gloss and can I have a coca cola instead of squash? Argh!
So, it is with a spring in my step that I welcome in September. Bringer of golden autumn leaves, boots, scarves, Christmas shopping (I like to start early) and my absolute favourite 4 months of the year. All good things culminating in Christmas and New Year.
Bring it on.