“mummy, am i going to big school today?”
YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES today ronnie you are indeed going to big school!
finally today is the day that ronnie goes to big school no more questions on hourly intervals on when this occasion will be happening, because today it happened. *enter fanfare and trumpets blow*
ive been overruled. ronnie had his hair cut for school today. there’s a ridiculous rule in the school handbook that boy’s hair must not be long and should always be worn above the collar. what blooming age are we living in? how antiquated is that? fools. fools i say. for this daft ruling has meant that i have had my gorgeous ronnies hair cut. something that hurts me so much. ronnie has beautiful hair. hair that often gets him called a girl i admit that, but only because people are daft and obviously were involved in writing the stupid rule book for the school. clearly if a boy’s hair is even a fraction longer than his collar his learning ability will be hugely impaired. however girls… do what you fancy. sexist surely? anyhow it’s done. it pained me beyond belief but it’s done. i wanted to rock up on the first day and just see what they had to say. it’s not outrageously long. it’s just not short. i have made it my challenge to get this rule changed. what this space board of governors here i come!!
so what i wasn’t expecting what was the rollercoaster of emotions that i experienced today. i was banking on it all hitting me on monday, but not today, today is friday, 3 more days to go before everything gets all emotional surely? you see monday is ronnies first day at big school. we have the shoes, the shorts, the polo shirt and the blazer. we are all prepared and ready to rock and roll. well as groovy as it gets when your nearly 4. but then totally out of the blue at 7.30am this morning i’m blubbing like a a baby. and the trigger? ronnie of course, and do you know what he said? “mummy is this my last day at nursery?” cue lumpiest of lumpy throats and inability to speak, as the tears start rolling down my cheeks “yes ronnie it’s your last day” i manage to get out eventually. “and then i go to big school?” cue tears bursting out of my eyeballs like georgie pig “yes ronnie and then on monday you go to big school” “am i now a big boy mummy?” i barely can say yes as i’m mildly hysterical at this point!