So, the biggest boy has finished his first half term at school. It’s been a long, tiring and at times frustrating 6 weeks but we made it. So, what have we learnt?
1. They get really, really tired
The stroppy, difficult child arrived after 1 week of full time school. The sulking and teenage display of not wanting to get out of bed in the morning is most amusing!
2. They don’t appreciate going to school on their birthday
Refer to this post. I had to drag him to school kicking and screaming as he desperately wanted to stay at home. Not one of my finest parenting moments but, within 5 minutes of being in class he was fine!
3. They are really missed at home
Both me and his brother really miss him. O has lost his play mate and runs to hug him as soon as he’s out of school. They used to try to kill each other but now they hate being apart!
4. They think their teachers are superheroes
“My teacher says this”, “my teacher does it this way”! Mummy is suddenly always wrong! I’ve been replaced by another woman in his life!
5. They have a really great time
He comes home from school telling me it was OK and he didn’t do much but, parents evening and the weekly reports we get from his teacher tell another story. Apparently, he’s really enjoying himself.
6. It’s not as hard as I thought to get 4 children dressed and out the door
I’m not the playground Mum I thought I’d be. I thought I’d be the one tearing down the road late with half dressed kids in tow. Instead, I’m one of the first at school, fully dressed and even sometimes with make up on! Go me!
7. The big boy attitude sucks
I always thought he behaved like a teenager but that was before we started school and took sarcasm and bad tempers to a whole other level!
It’s 10.30 and I’m sat sobbing into my cup of tea absolutely exhausted. It’s not because I’m missing my baby now he’s at school but, because of this mornings epic fight to get him to school.
I got them all up slightly earlier this morning as I thought he might be a bit reluctant to go to school again today. He was awake in the middle of the night for no apparent reason and today is his 5th birthday. I thought I would allow myself a bit of extra time.
The extra time I allowed was about 3 hours too little! He was fine eating his breakfast but then things went downhill. He refused to get dressed. He kicked me (and his sisters) while I tried to fight him into his uniform. He was screaming so loudly the neighbours came round to find out if we were OK.
His friend knocked on the door to walk with us to school and he stood there, in his pants, and shouted at him. I’m guessing we’ll be walking to school on our own from now on!
By 9am, when he should have been in school, he was dressed in just pants and socks in the hall with all his siblings screaming in the living room.
I did eventually get him dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, loaded in the car and delivered to school reception with his uniform in a bag. I sat outside the school and cried. I know it’s a massive change and he’s the first to go to school but how can he hate it so much already?
I was scrapped off the ground by another Mum who offered me tissues, a hug and a partially melted bar of chocolate! She was lovely and I guess upset reception parents aren’t a rarity.
I really thought he’d enjoy school. He’s been looking forward to it for months and is finally reunited with his best friend again. I’m going to speak with his teacher when I pick him up at lunch. I’m sure he’s not the only new pupil to not want to go to school. I’m hoping she can help as I just don’t know what to do with him. Please tell me this gets easier.
The uniform has been purchased and labelled, the induction sessions completed and now the summer holidays are drawing to a close. This can only mean one thing, the biggest boy is off to school – woohoo!
He is incredibly excited and I know he’ll be just fine as he’s the oldest in the class. He was more than ready to go last year but, due to his tardiness of not arriving on his due date (thanks son), he’s had to wait a whole extra year.
The excitement of him starting school ends here though as his introduction to school is the world’s biggest ball ache! I understand it’s a massive change and that some children are a lot younger than others but, it hasn’t gone down too well in my newly returned to workplace that I need to have the whole of September off!
This is because the boys school do a very, very, almost painfully slow, gradual introduction. The first 2 days are just an hour which barely gives me enough time to drag my other 3 back home before I have to turn around and go back again. It’s a small village school and there is nowhere to go to waste an hour either.
The following 2 weeks he finishes at 12 which at least gives me time to get home and let the 2 year old rest! The final 2 weeks of the introduction extends the school day to include lunch before going home at 1.30. I have nobody else who can do the pick ups at this time of day so I’m having to take the entire month off work. My company were not particularly impressed when my parental leave application went in!
Most children in this day and age have been doing long days at nursery for some time so I’m wondering if such a drawn out introduction is necessary. Other local schools have shorter days for a week or 2 but I’ve yet to find another who take such a long time to settle the children in.
I know I’m looking at it from an older child’s perspective and will probably write a very different article in 3 years time when my twins, having just turned 4, head off to school. But, I’m really interested in hearing other parents views of their child’s introduction to school. Is anybody else faced with a whole month of shorter school days?
This Thursday we find out which primary school my beloved first born will be attending in September. We have been anxiously waiting for this day since we hit submit on the application forms back in November.
We have applied for our village school which we are less than half a mile from. It’s touch and go as to whether we’ll get a place or not. The school is notoriously oversubscribed as they only take 30 children. Our second choice is the much larger infants school in the next town which may end up causing us problems when we go to apply for the junior school in a few years time.
Ever since we started looking at schools, about 3 years ago, we have had our sights set on this village school. It is the best by miles, with a fantastic Ofsted, lovely grounds and great staff. Until 18 months ago though, we weren’t in the catchment area.
We decided to move from one village to the next, a journey of approximately 3 miles, to give us the best possible chance of getting a place at this school. The houses in this village are incredibly expensive compared to where we used to live which has meant we had to significantly increase our mortgage. Thankfully, moving house has benefitted us in another way. We moved into a 4 bed house and a week later found out we were expecting baby no. 3 (later to become 3 and 4!).
Our nervous wait is nearly over. Thursday will reveal whether B goes to school with his best friend or his girlfriend! Think of all us nervous parents, eagerly awaiting the email containing our babies school places, on Wednesday night as you go to bed. I’m sure I won’t be the only one waiting up for it!