|This is what the end of term looks like...|
This is going to be a short, sharp and shiny post. (I am absolutely bloody exhausted.)
The kids are knackered too. So much so, that this week has been spend in multiple meltdown tantrums from Lexie. She has just come to the end of her first term in reception. She is overwhelmed with tiredness and does not cope well. She was so buggered this afternoon that she ran into a tree. I know it possibly looks like I have beaten her - and whilst I threaten this all the time, I did not actually punch her - it was the tree.
Olivia sobbed her heart out at the fact that she must move on next year from one favourite teacher, to a new classroom, a new class and a new teacher.
Charlie is devastated that he will miss his mates for the next six weeks.
The cake stall is done and dusted and we raised a small fortune. Result. Mission accomplished. I was even given a little certificate of appreciation - very spesh!
We've received end of year reports - I could not be more proud.
We managed to get to the end of another term without getting a does of nits. 11 terms down, 32 terms to go.
It's the end of term, and I am grateful for that.
Relieved and grateful that we are DONE with school until February.
Relieved and grateful that they all had such a happy year.
Grateful for their little school and the lovely teachers and grateful to all the other parents that give of themselves and their time.
Grateful not to have to do any school runs next week.
Grateful for my vino.
Grateful for my beckoning bed.
Happy weekend everyone...