This week however I am not liking it......Not liking it at all. As the days move on from one to the next all I can see is the dreaded date of Thursday 19th July fast approaching. In the grand scheme of things this day is not really a big deal, I am not off to hospital for anything serious neither am I going to a funeral. You see, to others Thursday 19th is just like any normal day really except for me its a huge day and means only one thing. ........The Whirlwinds last day at Primary school.
I can remember when it was The Teenagers last day at little school, we went to the Leavers Assembly and I cried along with all the other mums. But in the back of my mind was this little safety net which meant that I still had 3 years before I even had to think about this being my youngest child leaving. Well now its nearly here, I just don't know where the time has gone. One minute we were wrestling him into the school doors and now I want to wrestle him to stay 11 forever and stop growing up so fast.
I cannot say that his Primary Education has been easy because it has not. He was never one of those kids that loved going to school each day and would only go because I told him once when he was very little that if he didn't go I would get arrested and sent to prison for 25 years. I think the idea of having nobody to cook, clean, wash his clothes and dare I say it.....tuck him in at night was all too much for him.
He says he is looking forward to being at big school and has even decided that it really isn't cool to take his Lego in a Tupperware container any more as was once suggested. Instead we are now buying him shirts and ties and much stationary. He doesn't want a themed lunchbox anymore or a Marks & Spencers school bag instead he wants a Gola bag and a carrier bag for his lunch. His hair has gone from long and floppy into a shorter style which I think will eventually be styled into that hideous flicky Justin Annoying Beiber look.
I know that once up at big school we will be into the revolting boy teen years and all that comes with it. I will be using this summer holidays to mentally prepare my mind and my body for the onslaught that can only be described as the grunting/smelly/argumentative/pulling my hair out phase and I will be primed like a missile for September.
In the meantime I will get up and wind my clock each morning and I will probably shed a tear occasionally as I realise that Thursday 19th July wasn't really the big day. It is in fact Wednesday 5th September when his grown up adventure really begins and I loose my little Whirlwind to the big wide world of Secondary school.
And just as I have been for the past 11 years I will continue to
Lastly, let me leave this important thought with you all. Remember this.........Be good to your kids, be caring to your kids and Look after your kids.........Because one day its them who will choose your nursing home.!!!!!
Lots of Love