End of term thank-yous
It's the end of term and I am euphoric. Six weeks of not having to do the school run and I have timed this birth so well that I don't even have to organise summer childcare. There are down sides, clearly. I will have to think of things to do with the kids, the girls will wake the baby up all day long, the baby will not sleep, I will be forced to watch Big Time Rush instead of America's Next Top Model and I will have to repeat ad infinitum until I bore myself my talk about why spending money on extra drinks, food, toys, clothes etc is a bad thing given the present global warming crisis and why making their own out of newspapers, assorted leftovers and egg boxes is a much better idea.
In this spirit, I refused to buy thank-you presents for the teachers this year.My partner was grumbling anyway about how social workers don't get presents.
The final straw was discovering that the local supermarket had started stocking customised thank-you presents for teachers. I decided to rebel against the growing present for all occasions culture. But then I felt a bit mean and didn't want the girls to feel they were the only ones not giving presents plus one parent told me that at a school she knew [in a leafy area, no doubt] parents gave teachers spa days out, etc. A box of chocs didn't look quite so extravagant suddenly.
I decided that, in keeping with rebel daughter's recently completed [hurray] Spain project, we would give the teachers customised home-made boxes of churros. The idea was good, everyone agreed. The execution was not quite as easy as it had sounded in the planning. First, the baby went through a 24-hour period of refusing to be put down. Second, we had no suitable boxes. Third, bonkers daughter mislaid the glue among the 1,233 "inventions" currently occupying much of her bed and surrounding environs.
Decorating three egg boxes with home-made labels saying gracias using flour and water paste and one hand is not a simple task, even with three helpers, two of whom seemed more interested in playing computer games.
I woke up early on Thursday to do the churro mixture. There was flour everywhere. We squirted out the churros and lined the egg boxes with kitchen roll. Then bonkers and big girl daughters refused point blank to give the boxes to their teachers. Bonkers daughter raided my pregnancy gifts and took a mud pack thing for her teacher [I amnot sure she took this as a compliment...] and big girl daughter contented herself with the card she had written. She didn't want to stand out from the crowd.
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