The sacrifices we make as a Mum.
I have a mountain of work, already threatening to topple over. Its been added to, almost double.
But my now six year old has begged, begged me to come and spend the morning at school with him.
He even went so far as to tell me that I used to do it and I haven’t done it for a long time. That I used to “be a nice mummy”.
How do they learn such tactics at such a young age?
So I went, offering to help the teacher out. They neglected to remind me it was assembly morning. So I went along. Got to listen to a bazillion awards being handed out (none of them my son), several children playing a variety of instruments badly (none of them my son) and a handful of bookreadings and speaches (none of them my son).
We were then treated to a viewing of the animations that he students had created during the year. I was a DVD of all the work the students had done for animations. We didn’t think it would go to long. Its a small school. All the animations were done in groups.
Several parents left, but as I’d been exposed to the guilt trip prior, I just couldn’t. Towards the end, even the students were groaning whenever a new animation started.
Afterwards, Monkey Boy asked me to stay in the classroom and help the teacher with reading and other things.
I answered the only way I could.
“No way!!! I’ve just lost a one hour and fifty seven minutes of my life that I’ll never get back! That’s enough, isn’t it?”