After my very bad tempered post about Chrimbo the other day, I have discovered that I am supposed to be providing items for the Junior School who are holding a twelve days of Christmas raffle. So for one child I have to provide something with the letter P and the other, the letter C. In a moment of glorious rebellion Spouse suggested I send in a potato. Or a parsnip. Or a pea... Oh I wish I had that much nerve... But I do have to meet these people in the playground for at least the next seven years, so I think I'll hold fire on that one till no4 is leaving.
Despite sending no 1 to Guides last night with four letters regarding various activities and £35 to sponsor said activities, I somehow managed to miss the very vital letter which said she should bring some cash in because they were having a bric a brac stall.
And today I totally forgot (even despite having made such a hoohah about paying exorbitant amounts of money for raffle tickets) that it was mufti day in the infants. So after stopping to listen to no 2's assembly I had to hare back home to pick up clothes and a bottle of plonk for the tombola.
And I haven't even BEGUN to think about Christmas shopping yet.
Tomorrow is also the BIG DAY - no 1 is sitting her grammar school exam. So we have to leave at 8am (on a Saturday, aaaah!!) and I have to twiddle my thumbs in the school canteen with all my other anxious mummy friends, while waiting for her to complete her test. After weeks of angst about it and more tears then I could care to mention, she seems to be remarkably sanguine now the day is finally here. She's spent most of the week discussing with her friends which room they're going to be in. Methinks she has been pulling the wool over our eyes a bit. As she brought herself to admit that if two of her other friends get in, actually she wouldn't mind going after all...
We're going out for lunch afterwards (nothing like a bit of bribery) and then I am hoping we can forget all about it till March.
By which time I am praying that if she does get in, she will have come to terms with the idea. Knowing my luck, she won't get in and will suddenly decide she wanted to go after all...
Ho hum.
It's never straightforward being a parent...
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4 comments:
Good luck for exam day!
So, why the letter of the alphabet? Isn't P for Partridge? Or possible Pear Tree?
Letters of the alphabet are to do with the 12 Days of Christmas. Each class has to fill a hamper with items starting with a particular letter. We have C for calling birds and P for Partridge. All too too tedious.
Served tea and mince pies to the sound of carols today and it felt way too early! But the kids saw Santa, so that's ok.
And as far as I can tell the exam went fine, thanks... She has been totally monosyllabic about the test, but slightly hysterical about not doing any revision any more...
Me? I'm just glad it's over!
Good Luck for eldest!
and thanks for the alphabet explanation - I was trying to work it out too!
You should send them some live birds - that would teach them!
Live birds, now there's a thought...
Not sure where I find one by Friday, but...!
Thanks for good wishes re no 1. Have told her Que sera sera. She is no doubt clever enough to get into the school, but if there are 180 kids cleverer...
We are very lucky that there is a good alternative, but thought it was worth a shot trying it out. But ohhhh, the stress... Glad it's all over now!
love Jane
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