Clearly I am trapped in some time warp. A Parents' Evening Groundhog Day...
Last week, Monday, I showered, blow dried my hair, put on clean clothes, kissed my wellingtons a temporary goodbye and strapped on girl shoes. Hubby was working away so off I toddled to represent the team at Parents' Evening...... a week early! Sheeesh. Various teachers commented on my lovely appearance and delightful aroma then roared with laughter at my faux pas. I tried to convince them I was just checking out the venue for the following week but I'm pretty sure I didn't get away with it... [I am a grown up. I am a grown up. I am a grown up.]
Today, Monday, I wrote all day. [It rots your brain...] At lunch time I planted cucumber plants then I wrote some more. Then I toddled off to school in my muddy jeans and wellies.... In the reception hall were parents looking how I looked last week.i.e. clean.. Sheesh! The 8yo looked horrified at my standing up her teacher. Daughter may be emotionally damaged - I've promised to pay her £1 in damages.... I had hoped that might buy her silence too..
Full credit to the 8yo's teacher who clearly gave me extra credits for turning up last week: I'd missed my booked slot today by 30 mins but she still squeezed me in. I love her.
The 8yo's doing really well and so far I think I have narrowly avoided a detention. Phew! Gosh, do you remember The Breakfast Club ? - love that film. Anyhoo, all happy at The Archers at The Larches now.
Mind you the first thing the 8yo said when she saw her Daddy later was;
'Mummy forgot Parents' Evening...' [I am a grown up. I am a grown up. I am a grown up.]