Two weeks until the start of the summer holidays. We are all counting down, looking forward to those endless mornings in pyjamas and play days in the garden. There should be a gentle wind down as we approach the end of another school year.
But oh no.
Wind down? More of a wind up as the calendar is practically falling of the wall it is so laden with important dates and things to do. I expect a certain amount of things such as sports days and end of term assemblies but this year there seems to be a never-ending list of things going on. Trips, special lunches, discos, parties, more trips, parent meetings, school visits, chess tournaments, picnics; it is making me feel exhausted just looking at it all. I feel like I am slowly drowning in a sea of permission slips and letters and now I have to try and remember who is where and when, what they should be wearing and when they need picking up.
Then someone mentioned teacher presents this morning which sent me into another frenzied panic as I haven’t even thought about that yet.
I don’t know about the children but I need a holiday or failing that a long lie down in a darkened room.
Added to that, as I have one starting school in September and one moving up to secondary school, I have a pile of paperwork that is taller than my ironing pile (and trust me when I tell you that is big). Honestly the whole form filling in for schools has reached a whole new dimension even to the point where I am having to sit A down and plan her hot lunch menu choices for the whole of the first term.
I am very thankful for one thing; that is the new text system that most schools have in place these days. I pride myself in being (semi) organised most of the time and completely forgot to fill in a permission form for L to do a forest school session last week, thankfully a text came through that morning reminding me not only to fill in the form, but also to send him in the right clothes. It is a wonderful thing and a godsend I am sure to most frazzled parents who like me have too many children and too little time.
In spite of this though I still leave the house in the morning with a nagging doubt in my mind that I have forgotten something. Maybe I should employ a secretary to deal with these things?