Last week was fairly traumatic for me.
Not because my two little girls were away with their Daddy. That’s fine; good even, because it makes me realise how much he must miss them a lot of the time – and I don’t often think about that. It’s a year and a half since Mr B and I separated and I think we’re doing ok and I’m so glad that our little girls are happy with both of us. I miss them, I worry, but I trust Mr B because I know he loves them as much as I do. So no trauma there then.
And not because while camping in the lovely village of Much Wenlock, a friend and I were in an accident that resulted in my mopping up a bloodied old lady and then being whisked to hospital on a spinal board, my first ever experience in an ambulance?. (Thanks lovely paramedics, you were all so nice and you made me laugh, even though it hurt a bit.) All is well. Myself and my friend both have whiplash and both cars – ours and the one that lodged itself under our bumper, will likely be written off, but we coped, we weren’t badly hurt and believe it or not we still all had a good holiday even though a blow up bed is not ideal in these situations.
And not even because on the third day of our holiday I checked my bank account and found it had been emptied by evil, lazy ,scheming fraudsters. (Selfish gits.) I was upset, worried, angry, but thanks to the lovely folks at my bank and the lovely people I was with, even this only slighty touched on trauma.
So what was it that tipped me over the edge I hear you ask?
Was I narrowly missed by a low flying martian who’d taken a wrong turn at Saturn when attempting to get to Cleethorpes?
Did a rabid goldfish look at me funny and cause me to trip over my own shadow?
Did my leg fall off?
No.
It was this…
This time next year my little girl will be going to secondary school. Oh my Bob, where the hell did the time go? She’s only 10. She still fits on my knee. She climbs inside cardboard boxes, loves playing on the monkey bars and still takes her teddy whenever she stays away from home. How can she be a year away from secondary school?
I know this will be a year of preparation for her. There’ll be visits, talks, open days and lots of fun activities to get her ready for this new phase in her life, but, well, who’s going to prepare me? Because I really don’t feel ready.
Hmmmmmm. I think one of us may have a little growing up to do, and it may not be the 10 year old. Gulp.
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August 30th, 2010 at 12:41 am
Jo, Sounds you’ve had a time and a half of it!! xx I know exactly what you mean with the ’secondary school’ thing, my darling daughter keeps reminding me that it’s only 2 years until secondary school, and that this year (year 5) she gets to go away with school, with out me, or Daddy or Mamma!!! I’m nervous enough about her starting year 5 and my little man going into year 1, ‘proper school’. They say time flies when you’re having fun, BUT it would be nice if it just slowed down a little eh!!!! xx
August 31st, 2010 at 5:40 am
It so would lovely. Isn’t it weird having one at the top end of school and then a little one in year 1?? Mad. And we’ve had tears from Miss M when she realised E would only be in school with her for one year. Poor babe. So glad her cousins are in school with her too, otherwise I think she’d really struggle for a bit.
August 30th, 2010 at 1:46 am
Heavens, what a week! Glad you’re ok after the accident.
As the mother of a teen now I have no idea where the time has gone and it’s scary as he towers above me with floppy hair and a deep voice (where did that come from, yet how come I can’t remember how he sounded before his voice broke?)
August 31st, 2010 at 5:43 am
I’m fine thanks lovely. Just sore. Time goes too fast doesn’t it? The voice thing must be very weird, and I can’t imagine my two being taller than me. Miss E might not ever be as she’s a bit of a littley, but Miss M might just make it as she’s quite stringy.
August 30th, 2010 at 3:32 am
Blumming heck Jo!
Sending some gentle squishy hugs your way!
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August 31st, 2010 at 5:44 am
Ta lovely gorgeous Ellie. It’s been a little bit crazy.
August 30th, 2010 at 3:34 am
Oh my God Jo!
I am picturing you on a spinal board laughing, and I’m sorry but that is making me laugh too! Did I say that out loud?
Re “big school” I am so with you, mine start in one week and one day.
O my God, again.
I hope you can take it easy, sounds like you deserve some lovely “me time” or cuddles with your girls or big mahoosive cakes, or something.
Sending you lots and lots of love
xx
August 31st, 2010 at 5:46 am
Awww thanks lovely. A week and a day, blimey. I hope they’re ok and looking forward to it. They’re such lovely girls Linda. I have my fingers crossed for you all.
August 30th, 2010 at 4:08 am
Just wait until one day you’re a grandmother, then you’ll really wonder what happened to you.
August 31st, 2010 at 5:46 am
Oh my Bob yes Nora. That must be so weird. You must be one of the coolest Grandmothers though lovely. x
August 30th, 2010 at 5:40 am
Good lord, sounds like it’s been a bit stressful for you recently!
*big hugs* for your baby going to high school so soon! I’m sure once she gets there you’ll just be so proud you’ll forget how worried you were!
August 31st, 2010 at 5:48 am
Thanks Priness L. At least we have another year to get used to the idea. Hope you’re ok lovely.
August 30th, 2010 at 5:53 am
Fab post – and bless you, I know it’s so hard when your baby has to go to big school. Where does the time go? Lots of love xxx
August 31st, 2010 at 5:49 am
Ta Liz. It’s blumming shocking isn’t it? We’ll be on orange alert all year. ;D
August 30th, 2010 at 6:55 am
Oh my gosh, what a holiday! Glad you are ok.
Mine are a few years away from secondary school but I know it’s going to go so quickly. One minute they’re babies and the next they’re all grown up…
August 31st, 2010 at 5:50 am
Ella it just seems like 5 minutes since E was going into year one and now it’s Miss M’s turn while Miss E is beginning year 6. It really is too too fast.
August 30th, 2010 at 7:29 am
sounds like you could do with a spa weekend!
My GrandMother was born in Much Wenlock. Gorgeous place.
August 31st, 2010 at 5:51 am
Jess it’s so so lovely, and the people were so friendly. We just wandered around staring at everything. What a gorgeous place to live.
August 30th, 2010 at 10:29 am
Aaaargh, what a time you’ve had.
Move to America. Because they have elementary, then middle, then high school, you don’t have to face your child going to Very Big School till they’re 13. I’m in the same place as you with my oldest.
August 31st, 2010 at 5:53 am
Iota it’s hard isn’t it? You love who they’re growing into, but you just wish they’d do it a bit slower.
August 30th, 2010 at 1:47 pm
first off…I’m so glad you are okay after your accident. eeekkkkkk…. ♥
and oh dear….such growing up stuffs can hurt our hearts. yes…in deed.
August 31st, 2010 at 5:55 am
Corey it really can. Hope you and Sugar are ok hon. Can’t believe how big they’re all getting. xx
August 30th, 2010 at 1:52 pm
It’s weird how, when all that has happened to you, the thing that upsets you the most is your daughter growing up.
Believe me, I’m the same.
My daughter is starting Year 8 on Thursday, and her first year of high school was quite bad, admittedly. She was bullied really badly, and so this is a new start for her, really. It’s happy to see she’s moving on and everything, but sad to see she’s growing up so fast. Wow.
August 31st, 2010 at 5:56 am
Awwww GlummyMummy you’re poor little girl. Kids can be so cruel can’t they? I hope year 8 is wonderful for her. New starts can be fab. x
August 31st, 2010 at 5:28 pm
Yes, they can, it was terrible. And thank you very much, I hope so too. Here’s hoping hers is very fab! x
August 30th, 2010 at 6:35 pm
My son is starting Year 1 next year and I get the same feeling that he is growing up so fast. It wasn’t that long ago when he was still a baby. Time flies indeed!
August 31st, 2010 at 2:38 am
Jo! Blimey, that doesn’t sound like a very relaxing holiday. I shall make a mental note to avoid Much Worrylock, or whatever it’s called.I hope your whiplash gets better soon.
Mya x
August 31st, 2010 at 5:58 am
Mya thanks lovely. Don’t avoid it, honest, it’s gorgeous. We were on our way to shrewsbury when it happened so avoid there maybe?? Hope you’re all ok. x
August 31st, 2010 at 10:55 am
Oh my goodness—what an unfortunate turn of events. Glad the accident was nothing too bad (but still!), and those thieves should be drawn and quartered!!!
I recall the excitiment of school—I really did ejoy it. Hope that makes you feel a tad better!
September 6th, 2010 at 10:38 pm
I still have a couple years to go … but I can see it coming already. So sorry about all your troubles, you don’t deserve any of it.
October 1st, 2010 at 11:49 am
I feel the same about my 10 year old. My youngest child. End of an era. Good you and your ex are working together – mine was OK for a while and now gone horribly wrong thanks to his new wife! Lx