...as expected Day One was the kind of unmitigated horror that needed two disprins in Vodka to render me back to functionality after one had woken, gotten milk down the hatch, pushed into the bathroom, yelled at periodically to finish the potty without dreaming and such like and to finally bathe (with vigorous soaping of all the nooks and crannies that normally get skipped in quick bath situations being mandatory) and get dressed without slumping back into dreamland. All this having been done, the brat was packed off to much irate grumbling about the sadistic souls who invented skul and how they must hate poor, innocent chillun and how when he grows up and becomes the Prime Minister of the world he was going to close all skuls and ensure everyday was a holiday to do what you wanted. The signs of a potential populist politician are already in place
We have settled into the routine pretty quick and for mamma, the back to school routine is good because it lets her be at office and waste more time on social networking than is good for her mental health. Seriously, there is work that needs to be done and more work that can be done if the brat is not calling every couple of minutes whining, "I'm boredt now wottudo."
He gets back into the school routine pretty swiftly, and it is a long punishing day for him. School is from 7.30 am to 2 pm. Post which he has post school activity, karate, until 3.30 pm. He returns home, has his lunch and then it is tuition time from 4 pm to 5 pm. 5 pm to 6 pm he has his swimming class. I assuage any guilt pangs I have by letting him play down from 6.30 pm to 8.30 pm, until it is time for dinner, and of course, this ensures he's worked up appetite enough to demolish a meal with no prodding required. But of course, with my genetic inheritance it was unlikely that he would need any prodding to ingest the calorific stuff.
I quite like the routine of school days, I have realised, most selfishly. It keeps him busy through the day, gainfully occupied. It tires him out too much. It keeps television watching, PSP playing and iPad trawling to the minimum. It also keeps him active and gets him tired out enough for him to fall into a deep sleep when his head hits the pillow at night. Now it is the weekends that I really dread, with the "I am boredt wottudo?" beginning the moment he opens his eyes.
We have settled into the routine pretty quick and for mamma, the back to school routine is good because it lets her be at office and waste more time on social networking than is good for her mental health. Seriously, there is work that needs to be done and more work that can be done if the brat is not calling every couple of minutes whining, "I'm boredt now wottudo."
He gets back into the school routine pretty swiftly, and it is a long punishing day for him. School is from 7.30 am to 2 pm. Post which he has post school activity, karate, until 3.30 pm. He returns home, has his lunch and then it is tuition time from 4 pm to 5 pm. 5 pm to 6 pm he has his swimming class. I assuage any guilt pangs I have by letting him play down from 6.30 pm to 8.30 pm, until it is time for dinner, and of course, this ensures he's worked up appetite enough to demolish a meal with no prodding required. But of course, with my genetic inheritance it was unlikely that he would need any prodding to ingest the calorific stuff.
I quite like the routine of school days, I have realised, most selfishly. It keeps him busy through the day, gainfully occupied. It tires him out too much. It keeps television watching, PSP playing and iPad trawling to the minimum. It also keeps him active and gets him tired out enough for him to fall into a deep sleep when his head hits the pillow at night. Now it is the weekends that I really dread, with the "I am boredt wottudo?" beginning the moment he opens his eyes.
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"prime minister of the world" what a lucrative post!! - Mini
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