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Sunday, 4 September 2011
My little boy starts school tomorrow - God - I got a shiver right down my back as I typed that.
I don't understand how this has happened, i know it's a cliche but it only seems like yesterday that I was pregnant and shopping for little baby boy clothes. My little tiny 6lb 9oz baby is now 4 and a half years old and an independent little man. This has hit me like a tonne of bricks - no one tells you about that in the baby books!
As I type, my other half has appeared with a glass of rose, he knows I don't drink on a school night. Gah! I say that when I'm in work not because it's usually an ACTUAL school night. I've accepted the wine, I must drink it to calm me - if he's such a big boy now, does this mean I'm old?
How does this school malarkey work anyway? He has his uniform (and he looks soooo old in it) but do I need to dress in a certain way? Why can't mums have uniforms too? Then there's no judging to be done. Do I need to mingle with the other mums? Arrgggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!! Someone tell me the rules!