Rocking and Rolling


Ready to rock and roll.  Jerry’s school concert starts tonight – the first of six performances – and my little monkey is sooooo incredibly excited.

But I felt awfully sorry for her earlier this week – she hasn’t been well, with a temperature, a sore tummy and a cough and Monday and Tuesday were dress rehearsals during school time.

And I would have kept her home but it wouldn’t be fair on her or her schoolmates if there was a gap missing in their dance routine etc. So she had medicine poured down her throat and Séan fetched her early on Monday so she could sleep for the afternoon. Yesterday she went to aftercare and slept for about an hour there.

Today she’s a lot better and this morning saw us pack a picnic and the afternoon will look like this: I’ll leave work about ten minutes early (thank you fabulous boss), fetch Jerry from aftercare, take her back across the road to the school, we’ll sit on the field and eat our picnic supper while I put her make-up on, all because the school requires the children to be in their classes, fully made up, by 17h30.

This is totally inconsiderate on the school’s part because I normally only collect Jerry from aftercare at 17h20 (hence leaving work early) and they clearly don’t have the best interests of working Mom’s at heart.

Anyhoo, we’ll work around it ........... for the rest of this week and the first three days of next week.  Thank heavens for an awfully nice boss.  And thank heavens the school only do a concert once every six or seven years!

Can’t wait to see the concert, they’ve been practising since early in the year.  I’ll be going tomorrow night and again next week.  Watch this space.

Happy Day! J

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