Amy is all off kilter as she will be moving into the top class at kinder come April and the teachers are using this as a threat/ incentive to whip the kids into shape. "Araaa! You're going to be top class kids in just a few weeks and you still can't line up properly/ sit quietly/ fold your futons quickly??"
On the fourth day in a row that she wanted to walk to kinder (about 40 minutes at 5 year old pace) the reason for her sudden fitness kick came out- she thought that if she practised walking to kinder come April she could skip the last year of kinder and go to school with the big kids- who walk every day. We had a long conversation about all the cool things the big kids do at kinder- use stilts, plant and tend to the veggie garden, give up their nap, clean the swimming pool (that's a plus in Amy's book) and be buddies with the new first year kids including getting them dressed and undressed at nap time. She was still only lukewarm on the idea so I went with mean mummy trick number seven and pointed out that the expectations on school kids are even harsher than those on kinder kids... Sold to the girl in the chin-strap hat!
Meg is all adrift and stressed by the frenetic pace of the end of the school year with a myriad of tests and the slow but sure denuding of the classroom as all the posters come down. A creature of habit she's not keen on all the interruptions to the schedule either- the farewell to the grade sixers meeting, the district kids' club meetings to choose the next leaders (no choice here as we don't have enough grade six kids to fill the quota let alone hold an election so they roped in a grade five giving us a brother sister combo this year. It will make communications easier, hey?) etc etc. Then she found out she has a two week Spring break before she goes into Grade 2. The tears! The distress! We have play dates lined up, we have craft projects planned, she has a Spring holiday homework book (of course!) and we will have two whole weeks of not having to get up at 6:00am- what's not to like?? Well, she likes school. She loves school. She's going to miss her teacher. She's going to miss her friends- all of them, and her desk, and the music room, and and and... Seriously. I loved school as well but I don't think I ever cried at the start of the holidays!
K is in the last dash of his neighbourhood association duties- hallelujah! Poor guy though he seems to be the treasurer (horrible wife I'm not exactly sure what his role is- still and he's almost done) and has been running around toting up numbers, updating the bankbooks, writing out tables and graphs and reports and- just wow. Minor freak out the other day when I got home to an absolutely stuffed electricity bill envelope. Whoa.... how much electricity did we use to get that???? Opened it up (holding my breath) to find individual bills for each of the street lights in the neighbourhood. Wow. Seriously just when I thought there were no more surprises... So another one of K's jobs was paying off 30 electricity bills at 7-11. Thirty of them! K is getting it on all sides as it's also the end of the financial year at work which includes using up all the materials he's ordered this year and trying to whittle his funds down to zero to justify asking for next year's budget. Poor guy.
And me? Well it's the biggest recruiting period of the year in the English conversation school world so we have trial lessons scattered all over the schedule, as well as all the regular classes and the kids who will move up a class- from pre-kinder to kinder, kinder to primary school or primary school to JHS and need to move to a new time slot. Aghhhh!! Honestly the admin side of the business doesn't concern me a lot (that's why I work for someone else rather than myself!) but I'm the face of things for the mums of kids in my classes so I'm doing my best to field questions and getting stressed about misinforming people and I should just get a t-shirt printed 'just a moment while I call the boss'...
So, yeah. March madness has hit us all, it's crazy and busy and stressful and add hayfever in there and we're all a little off our game at the moment. Roll on April and a return to just the usual run of the mill craziness, hey?