I’ve been having a bit of a wobble recently about Belle leaving primary school, it being the end of an era, me practically being old enough for Saga car insurance etc etc, but last night I had one of those moments that reminded me why saying goodbye to primary school isn’t perhaps such a bad thing.
At 10.30pm last night I was presented with a selection of notes. One required me to send in £12.34 (?) for a school trip on the penultimate day of term (!). One was an invitation to a party tonight that required me to bring drinks and provide a selection of ‘whacky wigs and hilarious hats’.
The other one said:
‘Just a note to remind you* that year 6 will be performing their Caribbean carnival this Wednesday** at 2 o’clock and all parents/Carers are invited. Children are asked to bring in a small amount of food/snack to share with others at the carnival. This should have a Caribbean theme if possible. Also children are invited to dress in a Caribbean/Carnival theme.’
(The random capitalisation of some words is the school not me, but not the most annoying part.)
So I am about to go to bed, having been up since before 6am, and what, I’m expected to whip up a batch of jerk chicken now and a quick fruit basket hat?
Damn it no. I will not.
I have had enough of being casually asked to do things like make a goat costume on two hours notice, or provide the ingredients to make a Swiss roll when all the shops are shut. Yes I’m sure it’s lovely that all the kids get to dress up so regularly, and I was quite proud of that last minute Anne Boleyn costume, complete with realistic neck wound, (although why Belle didn’t win the Easter bonnet parade that year when I made it all by myself remains a mystery), but enough is enough.
I have been providing poor quality, last minute costumes for 14 years now and it’s time for a lie down.
Now pass me the Caribbean fruit punch.
*This implies that I was obviously well aware of this already. I wasn’t. Possibly my fault that bit though.
*Yes, that’s today…