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!
wow ronnie is a big boy. i knew that. i knew it was coming. it’s inevitable. it’s no mystery, we all get older FACT. ronnie isn’t my baby anymore he is my big boy, who will get bigger and bigger. i sloped off before it all became far too embarrassing and had a big old sob in the car.
then i trotted off to work. but today i wasn’t at work i was on a working stream building our 5 year strategy. when i arrived i poured myself a cup of tea, grabbed a seat and quickly checked some emails. one popped up to say we had sold our first 4 poster bed. and again bam, eyes go all watery and i’m on the verge of crying. i’ve never designed a bed before and now they are selling, i was so happy. however i had totally forgotten that our CEO was sitting next to me and he looked at me and asked if i was crying. i whimpered out a “no, er yes..” “are you ok?” “yes… we just sold our first four-poster bed!” he was quite taken aback, i felt a fool and left the room as quick as quick can be. get a grip woman, get a grip.
rest of the day was good and i managed to keep my tears at bay, even though some of the shoes in selfridges were worthy of a cry.
then back to the nursery, here we go again… waaaaa waaaaaaa. the girls had made ronnie a leaving card and had all signed gorgeous messages inside and they kept hugging me, i was a right old mess, barely holding myself together. ronnie of course was fine and was busy saying goodbye, informing everyone and anyone that it’s was his last day and that he was going now.
thankfully cish and fhips at the sea cow with a glass of rose seemed to get me back on track!
bye bye nursery, hello big school