Yippee for the Summer holidays. Bring on the sunny days, the joys of the pool, cold drinks, a slower pace of life, and my sister all the way from Australia.
Let the pool-time shenanigans begin!
School has closed for Summer and our first full academic year in the US has drawn to a close. It’s that time of year again, when the parents of your kids’ friends come out of the woodwork, brandishing reports in hand, and wanting to do a comparison.
A little background first. I come from a community where through the entirety of my education (primary school, high school and even university), the parents would gather after reports were issued and compare their kids’ performance. There was no actual report card swapping, but there was definitely a lot of “oh yes, my child got an A for that subject. But she always gets high marks. She’s very clever.” Followed closely by parents admonishing their own children with “why didn’t you get an A for that subject?” or “if you just worked a little harder and didn’t spend so much time playing, you’d be getting As too”. Yes, ok, in my case they may well have been right. I have no regrets about playing, making up stories, or having fun. But I am more sensitive than your average bear to such academic comparisons of kids.
In case it wasn’t immediately obvious, we’re kinda nerds in our house. Dr Who and Sherlock are big, and not just on the TV either. Godzilla has read all the Sherlock Holmes mysteries (several times over), and the episodes, story lines and actors are often topics of conversation. I’m definitely not averse to discussing David Tennant and Benedict Cumberbatch over a glass of merlot, so it works out just fine for everyone.
The last few days have been hectic. We’re fence-sitting with schools. Unhappy with the enormous changes at the current school, we’ve decided to keep our options open, which means applying to other schools. The CEO loves the school we’re looking at. I’m nervous. It’s much more intense and I’ve got all kinds of concerns about the kind of pressure that’ll mean on Godzilla and the TeenWolf.
So, today in the newsfeed on one of the many social media sites I traverse was a meme that went something like “being a full time mother is the highest paid job in the world, because the payment is pure love”. It was posted for International Women’s Day (Saturday March 8th in case you’re wondering). The posted meme bugged me on a number of levels, but before I get into that, let me tell you a little about me.