Thursday, March 18, 2010

Brainfried

My lordy what a day. It began sorrowfully with yet another bread disaster. Loaf on the left was the same as the last three using my new bag of defiance bread flour. Loaf on the right was made with 50/50 bread flour and lauke bread mix (which has extra yeast, bread improver and god knows what else in it).  Beats me what the problem is, but I'm going to use up the defiance flour by mixing it with other flours and not buy it again.  The bread machine hates it as well.
Having dropped my angelic children at school I met up with some of the other SAHMs (stay at home mums) and nannies in a local cafe to discuss the recent spate of parent/teacher interviews, and, much more deliciously, the fact that...
  1. My daughter's kindi teacher turned up at work with a HANGOVER on Monday
  2. She was dumb enough to tell one of the parents
I KNOW.

Needless to say I'm feeling that there is a situation brewing that is going to end badly.

The whole hangover thing was not helped by the fact this teacher had told most of us in our interviews that our children were average.  Yes. AVERAGE. I was actually fairly philosophical about this, Miss 5 is, well, 5 and being told that she is not going to be an A student this year didn't overly bother me.  No. What mattered to me was that she was a happy, much loved member of the class. Always first to lend a hand and keen to answer a question however randomly.  I mean, yanno, she's FIVE.

Still, listening to the other mums chatting about how much reading and writing work they do with their kids at home got under my skin.  I ended up feeling that I was letting Miss 5 down a little bit but just reading the books that come home from school and then letting her watch Superhero Squad and other drivel. So after coffee I whisked myself into Borders and bought an armload of learn-to-write books.

Then I sped home and spent a few hours polishing an assignment for Uni - oh after a brief skirmish with the snotty man in the hardware shop WHICH I WON and left with the staples I wanted and carried the bag of sugarcane mulch to the car all by myself. Rargh.

Next it was back to a cafe.  Miss 4 had Grandparents day today, and I met up with Mumndad after it was all over for a full report and restorative coffees for them.  Grandparent's Day is something of an ordeal.  If you're not being entertained by your offspring's offspring singing in French and Mandarin, then you're donating books to the library or being chatted up about making bequests.

Then home again with the kids where I presented them with their new books (got some for Miss 4 just so she wouldn't feel left out).

WELL.  They leapt upon them, loved them to bits and it was only after two hours that they started to flag with all the letter copying and matching balloons and playing spot the difference.  I started to flag after about ten minutes, but was kept on track by them both,  answering question after question and trying to explain all sorts of tricky things (like why is that fish purple?) and frankly oh my god it was exhausting.  The moment hubby arrived home I scarpered to water the garden and just give my poor overworked brain a chance to rest for a moment.

Holy hell. It was a nice afternoon, but I'm looking forward to the novelty value wearing off.  Not sure how much more of this I can take. :)

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Epskee said...

LOL @ average. You're right - they are FIVE. How hard is it to pass kindy anyway?

Does little Timmy/Tina still eat crayons? Not usually? PASS!!!

It makes me laugh. My son's Kindy class was given a poster for "graduation". On it was photos, artwork, lists of their friends, favourite activities etc. There was also a questionairre the kids had to complete in class. One of the questions was:

What have you learned this year at school?

My son's answer?

"Don't throw rocks in the toilet"

A valid lesson, yes. But hardly indicative of an above average curriculum, is it?

Mel said...

This whole parenting thing doesn't look like it did in the brochure, does it?

Sue, Joe and Michael Webber said...

Graduate from Kindy? You're joking right? I had a preschool in the UK and boy did those 'encouraging' parents drive me to distraction. After many attempts to try and explain that this was the foundation stage and that all future learningnwas based on what skills they got here and where play IS their WORK. So what if little Johnny can read War and Peace, but can he share a toy, take turns, take himself to the loo, show an interest in the world and most importantly be confident to move on to the next level of learning. Sorry rant over ;)

Epskee said...

LOL @ average. You're right - they are FIVE. How hard is it to pass kindy anyway?

Does little Timmy/Tina still eat crayons? Not usually? PASS!!!

It makes me laugh. My son's Kindy class was given a poster for "graduation". On it was photos, artwork, lists of their friends, favourite activities etc. There was also a questionairre the kids had to complete in class. One of the questions was:

What have you learned this year at school?

My son's answer?

"Don't throw rocks in the toilet"

A valid lesson, yes. But hardly indicative of an above average curriculum, is it?