Some parents are good at noting the important events, others… at making up for it in the sweets raffle
The Christmas fair in my son’s school was, like all such things, unexpected. This is no one’s fault, but my own. I have a tendency to be – nay, an addiction to being – the last person to know about anything going on in his school. It is entirely my fault, you understand. There are leaflets and emails and reminders, it’s just that they never seem to sink in and leave me filling out zoo paperwork at 6am on the morning of ‘Adopt a Giraffe’ Day, or scrambling to cobble together a costume on Sunday night, before ‘Dress Like One of Those Chilean Miners That Got Trapped In 2010’ Week begins in earnest for another year.
It’s tempting to say that I was blindsided by this Christmas fair, but sadly, such a claim does not stand up to scrutiny. For one thing, I have been reminded of it several times by people in our school WhatsApp group and my son has also mentioned it several times more than once. Neither of these measures, however, can beat the one other timely reminder I’ve had that this occasion was round the corner; the placard I agreed to have placed outside my house advertising said event since early November. I have walked past this placard every time I’ve entered or exited my own home every single day since, without once internalising that it was an actual event that was actually happening. Today. At my son’s school. Directly across the street from my house.
Continue reading… Some parents are good at noting the important events, others… at making up for it in the sweets raffleThe Christmas fair in my son’s school was, like all such things, unexpected. This is no one’s fault, but my own. I have a tendency to be – nay, an addiction to being – the last person to know about anything going on in his school. It is entirely my fault, you understand. There are leaflets and emails and reminders, it’s just that they never seem to sink in and leave me filling out zoo paperwork at 6am on the morning of ‘Adopt a Giraffe’ Day, or scrambling to cobble together a costume on Sunday night, before ‘Dress Like One of Those Chilean Miners That Got Trapped In 2010’ Week begins in earnest for another year.It’s tempting to say that I was blindsided by this Christmas fair, but sadly, such a claim does not stand up to scrutiny. For one thing, I have been reminded of it several times by people in our school WhatsApp group and my son has also mentioned it several times more than once. Neither of these measures, however, can beat the one other timely reminder I’ve had that this occasion was round the corner; the placard I agreed to have placed outside my house advertising said event since early November. I have walked past this placard every time I’ve entered or exited my own home every single day since, without once internalising that it was an actual event that was actually happening. Today. At my son’s school. Directly across the street from my house. Continue reading… Family, Parents and parenting, Life and style
