Please note this is a “brain dump” because I’ve got a frankly hilarious blog running around my mind. But can’t get it down on paper. And I’ve got some work deadlines. So I’m publishing this half done effort and will finish it tonight. I know…. such a professional :))
The School Nativity – the high point of the parenting year. The point where you hope and pray that your child does something cool, but not too weird. And is well behaved towards his fellow sheep / calpyso king / spider / zebra – who were all *apparently* at the Birth of Christ – or are in their version because the class has 28 tiddlers in it.
But before I even left for the school, I had a range of things racing through my mind:
– do I need to get dressed up? I was wearing jeans, a hoody and no bra underneath at that point so figured that was a well, yes, but not Sunday best…
– do I need to wear something ‘festive’ ?? That wasn’t an option, because I don’t have a reindeer jumper / beeny boppers so I couldn’t do it even if I wanted to
– shall I get some food now, and take it with me – a sandwich, or go without and kick myself for not shovelling something in beforehand? I solved this by taking a can of diet coke and some dolly mixtures with me. I kid you not. Lovely Bloke was right naffed off with me for this – apparently it’s not the done thing to treat it like a trip to the cinema. I sneaked my contraband in anyway, and ate the whole packet of dolly mixtures whilst I waited for the fun and games to begin…
And then there’s the whole thing of loitering politely at the entrance, because I’m stood there with lots of other parents who work. We’re supposed to know each other but without our children swinging off our legs, they all look like a sea of… well. I don’t know. But I don’t recognise anyway other than to nod politely to.
And then the doors open – I snatch the entry ticket from my husband and discover that we’ve already missed the boat. Naff it. The front row has gone to the helpers who helped put the chairs out. I KNEW we should have come earlier!
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