Wow, it’s December! How did that happen?
Hasn’t the year flown?
It’s been very quiet around here this week, with little one on camp.
He arrived home Friday, looking very ‘urchin like’, with some muck in his hair, that he had used to gel his hair up for the talent quest … 3 days before! I couldn’t wait to get him home and soak him in a dettol bath. There have been 5 shampoos and we still can’t get the stuff out of his hair!
Final report? … “it’s the best camp I’ve ever been on in my entire life”. He was delighted that he actually got to eat the food and not starve for 3 days! (unfortunately there’s some psychological damage from the last camp he went on). He said all the children with ‘dietary confinements’ (love it) got to speak to the chefs and everything got ok’ed at the top. He raved about the beautiful lasagne and the delicious (nut free!) chocolate puddings they made for ALL the children so no-one was left out, and how he didn’t have to sit and watch the other children eat Arnott’s biscuits for morning tea as there were biscuits for him too!!! He is still going on and on about the food. It’s nice to be able to have what everyone else has and not always be the odd one out. Wow, what a concept! There’s a lot to be said for ‘duty of care’. It has given me great peace of mind. I could seriously get used to it!
We missed him heaps.
Big son had his last week at his school … forever.
He DID walk across the ‘forbidden grass’ on his last day … and didn’t get a ‘Saturday’ (detention) … although he immediately got yelled at by 2 teachers as soon as he set foot on it … but he said he jumped up in the air, clicked his heels together and kept walking on it. He said it felt great. Probably the only rebellious thing he has done in 8 years there.
He goes on camp this week, at the Uni, with his new Senior School. Good plan. The school must know that there is a bunch of melancholy students who have just left the familiarity and safety of their old schools … a bit fearful about what lies ahead in the new year, with new teachers, new friends to make and a heavy workload. Good to allay the fears and start the holidays off with a team building camp so that the new students have the opportunity to get to know their lecturers and fellow students. Takes away some of the mystery, and the unknowns, so that they can then relax into their holidays, knowing a little bit more about what’s in store next year. Sounds fun too. They stay overnight in one of the Uni colleges and on the last day all the parents are invited to a big BBQ to meet everyone too. Sounds very pro family, pro community, very down to earth. A refreshing culture that I will embrace with gusto. I’m even going to sign up for tuckshop. I know.
Finished off the week celebrating a fellow blogger’s birthday.
It’s always very loud and joyous.
A monthy highlight. We all sit down and just breathe out!
It’s always spectacularly gastronomical.
I never cook anyone any dinner when I get home from these gatherings. It’s always ‘fend for yourself night’. #motheroftheyear
2 more weeks until we’re in the thick of it, attempting our French! I can’t believe I have not put up one decoration this year. I have not been near the shops and have not purchased one Christmas gift. We are going to buy each other something special at the beautiful Paris Christmas markets … as we will be there for the week before and over Christmas. It’s a very freeing feeling, escaping the commercial madness. It’s going to be a very different Christmas. A very simple Christmas.
More French lessons today. I played a French radio station to my little one the other day. You should have seen his shoulders slump in despair. He didn’t realise they spoke that fast! He was getting a bit chuffed at how much he has learnt. It’s going to be an education over there all right!
Happy Sunday everyone!
P.S. I am dreaming that I am speaking fluent French in my dreams. Could that be possible? Is there a recess in my brain that has assimilated what I have been learning and knows something that I don’t know? It’s very curious because I can understand French people in my dreams. Well I think can anyway!