Today was the backup day for excursion.
It was forecast to rain in the afternoon (when they would be on the home stretch back to school) and we woke up to glorious sunshine.
So, made two more packed lunches, found drink bottles, rubbish bags, picnic sheets, sports uniforms, raincoats, bandaids, Meg's allergy meds, hand towels, pencil cases (if the excursion was cancelled they would stay at school and do handouts.)
The girls got dressed, packed their bags, and headed off to school full of hope and excitement.
Meg was wearing the regular t-shirt under your jumper so you can take the jumper off if you get hot.
Any on the other hand decided that it would look better to wear long underwear under your t-shirt. As her long underwear is patterned (her choice) she took the extra step of turning it inside out so it was all white 'so it won't stand out.' I ventured the opinion that seeing the tag and seams of an inside-out shirt might look more odd than a sprinkle of small pink flowers but what would I know, right?
And off they went.
And as I was doing the morning chores I kept glancing outside and looking at the fabulous weather and thinking how lucky they were and what a great time they must be having.
And then literally with a crash it all changed. About 10 oclock there was a huge thunder clap and it started bucketing down.
Not a great picture but you can see the rain gushing out of the drainpipe onto the roof.
Nooooooooo!!! They leave the school at 8:30 walking. By 10 they are a good way along their trek. Poor kids.
I kept checking my phone for messages and listening out for the village-wide PA but nothing.
The rain let up and the sun came out again. Ahhhh, at least they'll dry out and enjoy their picnic, thought I.
But noooooo, it was a brief respite and by lunchtime it was bucketing down again.
Meg's class were dismissed at the excursion site (a park up the road from here) and walked home from there. She arrived home about 1:30 (and it was sunny again- weird weather) with squishy shoes and boiling hot (she couldn't be bothered taking off her jumper and was all sweaty. Weird kid.) They had made it to the park before the rain, had a play, sought cover during the first downpour and then eaten inside a park meeting hall when the second one hit.
All in all it went pretty good for grade 3.
And Grade 1?
Not so lucky.
They are littler, walk more slowly, were heading to a different park and most didn't pack their own bags.
When the thunder hit some kids started crying.
When it started raining they all had to stop, take off their bags, get out their rain coats, do up their bags again and put their rain jackets on on top of their bags. Some kids had drink bottles slung across their chests as well. Aparently it took an age for all the kids to complete this coating up and three kids didn't have raincoats. Well, it turned out one kid didn't and two didn't think they did as it was packed at the bottom of their bag. Having got completely drenched they made their way to the park and split up (there're 160 odd of them) into classes and ate lunch under every available cover. Amy's class was on the balcony of the radio controlled car area. Another class was in the covered area below them. It certainly must have been squishy!
Amy opened her bag and started crying. Her backpack has a clip on separate cool bag for your lunch box. I suggested that there was plenty of room in the main bag and we just put it in there but nooooo Amy wanted to do it properly and so clipped her lunch on the back of her bag.
And the boy walking behind her in the Matilda line all the way to the park hadn't been able to resist flicking the bag up and down and up and down as they walked.
The result was the lid came off her lunchbox and her lunch went everywhere in her bag. Luckily it was all contained in the cool bag, nothing was in sauce, and the smallest piece was a soy bean but still, she was really upset that her lunch looked so messy that she burst into tears.
Then, as if that wasn't enough, half way through lunch it started bucketing rain again and the teachers decided to make a run for it back to school. The kids were all told to stop eating and re-pack their bags. Some kids eat slow and hadn't eaten much at all yet. Some kids have a school-driven fear of not eating all your lunch and were worried this would count as that.
Amy's teacher is sweet and was walking around telling kids to keep that half eaten rice ball out and pack everything else and they would eat the rest back at school kind of thing.
One of the other teacher's was a little more direct and started yelling to pack up NOW!
Cue more crying.
And so it was that a soggy, sniffling, squishy-shoed and bedraggled line of Grade 1s made it back to school. Those with clothes to change into did so (Grade 1's have the option of keeping clothes at school for 'accidents' and you know, when they fall into a rice paddy on the way to school or get super sweaty playing chasey or whatever...) and they finished their lunches and the teacher read them a story and they all came home in their inside shoes (shock! horror!) as their sneakers were literally dripping.
And with a warm drink and some oatmeal pancakes and soup for tea and a warm bath Amy got a bit of her pep back but has decided she is never going on excursion again.
I'm sure she will but today's was certainly not an excursion they'll forget in a while, huh?