Oh my godfathers, was that the longest week ever OR WAS THAT THE LONGEST WEEK EVER? I’m not going to lie, I always struggle when the kids go back to school in September. That first day back can be more nerve wracking for me than it is for the children, what is that all about?
But actually the first day is never the worst, I always find the first full week back far worse. It’s that realisation that this is it. Back on the school treadmill. No more lazy mornings in bed or seeing where the day takes you. Back to the old routines of everyone up, out and ready at the crack of dawn. Or at least, after six weeks of summer it certainly feels like the crack of dawn. Back to school means ironing uniforms, finding lost PE kits, signing reading records, making packed lunches and nagging to do homework. Groan.
The thing is that I have been so busy getting the kids organised that I have ended up feeling a bit lost myself. They have all been fine. Straight back to it. I was left not knowing where to start with a house that had reached that point of being so messy that it might have been easier just to move. My eleven year old starting secondary school has meant a change in routine too with her starting and finishing earlier than before so my days feel all out of kilter right now. I need to take a leaf out of the kids books and just crack on with it. Sigh.
I know I should sit back and enjoy the silence that September brings and make the most of it but it came around far too quickly this year. It felt like summer was over before it even began. Maybe now that we have got the longest week ever out of the way I will knuckle back down and remember what I did with my days? Not that I have been bored. There’s always something to do of course. In fact, a whole mountain of things to do. But I’ve just been a bit sad I guess. We’re all allowed to be a bit sad sometimes, right?