Thursday, September 18, 2008

The school run... and other joys

Ah, the school run.

I only thought I knew what stress was doing the nursery run when I had to run, a mere 30 ft, in the rain to class room and peel a child off my leg.

But Primary School has brought it's own unique joys.

First off all, the boy goes to school approximately five miles from our house (and just round the corner from my work) and I have to pick my niece off to leave her to school too.

Now the boy refuses to leave before Thomas & Friends ends on Milkshake. He never used to mind but now thy have animated the trains' faces and you can see them talk and he's all a frenzy. So there is a little mini row each morning as we try and force him out the door before driving to my niece's. Now my niece is lovely, but she likes to forget things, or dawdle, or just generally chat to you before she puts her seatbelt on - while all the time the clock is ticking.

I'm already close to meltdown by the time we set off on the bulk of our drive, through rush hour traffic at a virtual standstill while the clock ticks on.

Reaching the school, usually, five minutes before the bell tolls we face another joy. You can't park in the school grounds, you see. Or anywhere near the doors. And it's busy, really busy so generally you find yourself having a good old sprint to get there in time - remembering coats, schoolbags, lunch bags and children as you go.

Reaching the school, we deposit my niece first - cue ceremonial hugging, kissing and "I'll miss you" between her and her cousin and then we walk, about 234 miles to the other end of the school to deposit the boy.
We are still there before 9.10am - but still we seem to always be the last ones to arrive and his teacher smiles at me sympathetically as we scurry through the door.
Joseph has even started apologising for me. "Sorry teacher, the traffic on the bridge was really, really bad" and I batter on red-faced and stressed because 10 past nine is still 10 minutes after I'm supposed to be in work.

So I run back to the car, drive like the clappers and get to work 15 minutes late, and feel like I've run a marathon.
My only consolation is that as I arrive I generally bump into my colleagues with children who all have the same look of stress and harassment as they walk through the door hoping no-one notices.

The up[side is that nothing in your day is as stressful after that.


Loops said...

Oh Lord I used to get into a state on the school. Like you say, you can't get on the school grounds, can't park near the school grounds, and everyone else is trying to park near the school grounds. I breathed a sigh of relief when my son started cycling to school on his own a couple of years ago. Even better now he is at High School they all get on a bus in the village

Keris said...

God, it's awful isn't it? We used to stroll up to preschool at all hours, I had no idea!

There's a sign on Harry's classroom door that says, "This door will be locked at 9am. If you arrive after 9am, please report to reception to sign the late book." Also, brilliantly, "Please do not ask the children to unlock the door for you."

We've been early every day because I'm scared of the late book.

Lois Lane said...

God I don't have to drive and I still find it stressful - especially loading up the buggy with umpteen kids too who don't want to go out !! Argghhhhhhh!

Fionnuala said...

Aaah, I remember it well.....Fx

Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...