School’s out forever!

His final week. Primary school done. We’ve had countless ‘lasts’ – assemblies, performances, photos, trips, discos – schools seem to really know how to drag these things out. But whilst I’ll of course miss the big events, it’s the loss of little things that will have the biggest impact. No more holding hands to cross…

It takes a village..

Since Boy 1 started year 6 in September, he’s been walking to school with some friends. No adults. Just the four of them. Alone. None of them have mobile phones. I should be worried, right? His group of friends are great boys. Friendly and polite, but not in an “it’s always the quiet ones” kind…

Preteensss

I’m more aware that first born is getting closer to teen years (he turned 10 in the summer!) and our relationship is changing, he is changing. Whilst we’ve spent a lot of time focusing on education and schools, making sure he’s eating properly and all that important stuff, I want to make sure I don’t…

The results are in…

So boy 1 didn’t quite get the grade for our first choice grammar school. He was 2 marks short! Whilst I’d prepared myself for the likelihood of him not getting in, knowing the odds weren’t in his favour, I never considered a situation where he’d be soooo close. So now my realistic, pragmatic, balanced thought…

Aaaand relax…

Trying not to stress about the ever-changing demands of motherhood