My Life as a School Mummy

I didn’t realise how much my life would change when SnugBoy#1 started school.

I kind of thought it would mean I was less busy – looking after one is easier than two, right? What I didn’t bank on was his ever-expanding social life. He has parties to go to every other week. And he takes tennis lessons, which is great, and he loves (until he got smacked in the face with a racket last week, anyway). We haven’t really begun playdates yet, but it’s only a matter of time.

But I am beginning to think I ought to don a twinset and build a little white picket fence. I have even joined the PTA for heaven’s sake! Don’t get me wrong, I love being involved with the school, even if it is incredibly hard work and time consuming. The rewards are worth it (this year we are trying to raise £5k for new books – and there was me thinking that things like that came from the LEA), and someone has to do it (unfortunately we don’t have a massive team, but the people we do have work jolly hard).

It’s odd though. I didn’t imagine this. I don’t feel old enough (although some days I most definately look it!) I often feel pulled in so many different directions, I might just split down the middle. I forget which hat I am wearing!

And while we are on the subject, there is so much more to worry about one they are at school – did I remember to write in his reading record book? Did he do his spellings? Am I making healthy enough packed lunches? Did I pack a spoon for his yoghurt?

Most of all, I worry about him being happy. He is a sensitive little soul, and though he is generally ok, he can be very shy and not speak up if something is wrong.

This parenting malarky gets harder as they get older, doesn’t it? Does anyone know if it will eventually get easier? I think I will still be worrying when he is 25 and have wife to worry about him!