We spent the second week of our holiday in the Auvergne. This is the sort of scenery volcanic activity can through at you. I will talk more about it when I retun from the conference I am going to for work. Otherwise quick update: Childcare: Him Indoors' mum has kindly delayed her return to Cornwall by a week. Christine will step in if no long term solution has been found by Thursday. Growing desire of independance from child: still debating if he is old enough to walk to Christine's on his own as a first step towards going to school unaccompanied. Case for: he is a sensible child, the route is part of the school run so he would be with other mums who would keep an eye out, it is just roun the corner, if I make him cross the road he does not have to cross any more after that, there is only residents traffic as there are no through roads on the way, he would be expected at the other end, he thinks he is ready as he has been bugging me for a year. The case against: he is my baby and I am a neurotic mother. Uniform: all items labelled, only missing PE t-shirt with school logo. How could I guess the one I bought when he started recepion would be way too small by the time he started Junior school ? Remembered the school shoes Saturday rather than Monday first thing wich in my books is rather good on my part. Yet another opportunity to be baffled by customer service. Picture the scene - Saturday - Clark's: Sales assistant: "he is a 13.5." Me: "How strange, his father bought him new rugby boots is morning and they are size 2 and his school sandals are a 31 and they are to small". Sales assistant: "that's what I measured, which ones did you like ?". Me: "these but ou really ought to bring a bigger size as well to save you a trip" Sales assistant: "size can vay from brand to brand and he is a 13.5". Me (happy to humour her): "I always though clark's sized quite small but I'll give it a go". Child tries shoes on with difficulty, child whinces, child does as he is told and walks around with shoes and returns claiming they hurt there, there and there and his toes and hills and all squished. Me: "how about we try on a 1.5 or a 2 as they look way too small". Sales assistant: "I cannot sell you shoes more than 1/2 a size bigger than what I measured". 1 Sale lost. Compare with following scene today in Bentalls: Me: "do you have these in a 33", Sales assistant: "I think so, I'll go get them for you", shoes fit, child is happy, a painless sale of lovely (read on the pricey side) italian shoes in less than 10 minutes including wriggling toes to check fit and putting shoes back on and child tying up his own laces in a painfully slow manner. Hopeless mum status: missing first day bak at school and tales of woes in the evening becase of work conference - bad, paying with guilt and woodden train in bright TGV Lyon colours for brio style train set. Having written the correct start date in the calendar and checked time for start and finish before the actual day - good. Preparing book bag and PE bag before the actual day - good. I am learning. Maybe by the time he goes to university I'll have figured out the whole going to school thing.
I wish I was still there
6.9.04 00:21
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razorhead / Website (8.9.04 14:16) oooooo wow. |
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(9.9.04 16:56) Nice pic - looks like a very beautiful place to go. And I know what you mean about being back to school! |
