I have come across daughter three’s back to school checklist. Daughter three is one of life’s organisers and has been ready for secondary school since around Year Four. The list is headed ‘morning routine’. Here is a flavour: 7am wake up. 7.05 go downstairs and charge my phone [note priorities]. 7.07 do seven-minute Davina workout [we bought a Davina workout video last week which daughter one is doing at around 1am and daughter three has done once, substituting baked bean cans for weights]. 7.14-7.22 make breakfast [this appears to include eating it]. She has given just eight minutes for doing a smoothie and eating it whereas moisturising her face has two whole minutes. I mentioned that maybe including the fitness routine was a bit optimistic and that she could possibly give a bit more time to sitting down and eating breakfast. By day one, the morning routine had been substantially edited.
Meanwhile, only son has been enjoying being in Year Two, which he considers one step away from adulthood. He had to fill in a form about himself last week. I’m not sure he totally understood what his teacher was seeking. Asked what he likes doing, he wrote “riding in a campervan” [he has never ridden in a campervan]. Asked if there is anything he doesn’t like doing, he wrote: “Eating zucchini”. Only son has it on very good authority [Evantube] that zucchini is not something children should be subjected to under any circumstances, although he says it will be okay to eat when he is a grown up.
All the teachers look very relaxed. I passed a sign recruiting teachers over the weekend and was severely tempted. But then I remembered what the teachers looked like at the end of last term so I’ve put it on the back burner until I’ve got more energy. If that ever happens.
In the meantime, after the summer period things are getting more serious. This weekend we went to a vigil and march for a local Polish man who was murdered, possibly solely because he was Polish. The vast majority of those attending were Polish, many bearing the national flag. A woman spoke in Polish, her voice breaking. The Polish national anthem was sung and the Polish ambassador gave a speech. The local MP spoke out against racism, saying we had more in common than that which divides us. I would dearly like to believe in hope not hate, but the mood of the event was very sombre. On Sunday there was news of another attack against two Polish people in the area.
*Mum on the run is Mandy Garner, editor of Workingmums.co.uk.