The end of the summer holidays came at just the right time for the King family. On Monday Our Little Chip continued to demonstrate her not-so-little-ness by starting secondary school. On the same day my eldest began sixth form. Secondary school? Sixth form?! And dear Fluff had great fun, as a lofty Year 9, telling her sister what not to do so that she won’t look like a lowly Year 7. I have to say, though, how smart they both looked in their blazers – a bittersweet welcome to the new school year.
At the same time my very dearest friend in all the world came to stay. Although several years older than me, Kelly is at the beginning of her journey through motherhood, having her first child in her early 40s, who is officially the world’s cutest toddler (Chip said so, and she is the sole authority on these things). Plus we’ve had Chip’s friend, Jodie, round ours a lot because they both now go to the same school. Jodie’s mum is a single parent who works late, so I’ve invited Jodie to make herself at home. It’s so lovely to have a full house, especially sharing meals together! I managed to get a highchair from freecycle so we even had a seat for little Noah. It’s as if our rambling Victorian house is finally being put to use, albeit temporarily. There’s plenty of room, plenty of food and love to spare.
Now that the weekend has arrived I’m knackered, but know that I’ve made a solid start in the mum sweepstakes. I’m currently assisting my two boisterous beauties with their homework – secondary school and the pressure is on. They’re giggling over the fact that Richard III’s body was found under a car park. This is, apparently, the most amusing fact in the world. Hmm. My bed is looking so very appealing. 😴