I had this thought like the night before baby girl started Term 3 of school.
So, last Sunday night.
“Hmm, so no lockdown? This will be a LONG term. No public holidays. But she’s back at school… So that’s good.
But we need to look at the positives. Like sleep. Sleeping in, that is. Because when I’m not getting up for work, I am actually sleeping in to late morning with her, and it’s the only saviour in this Winter July Lockdown, that has no definite end date, while I am agonised during the day with home-schooling.
You know, I am doing an extra job! A job I haven’t been trained in, that I am not paid for, and a job that is made much worse because I am her mother, not her teacher…
Do you know the stuff they get away with because they’re at home? Do you know the number of times I’ve said to her “Would you do/say/be like that in front of your teacher?”
And the response I get?
No! That’s right, the smart-arsed difficult replies are reserved to only me, the parent, because I know so clearly what I am doing!
But this is turning into more of a whinge, so let’s go back. The sleep.
Yes, the sleep.