The Half Term week that wasn’t…

This morning I was reminded of an epic parenting moment courtesy of Facebook memories.

3 years ago I happily posted the above picture showing how the little ones had been kept busy all day decorating their igloo for half term and urging parents to get them from hobby-craft for their kids as a half term hack. One of the school parents sent a text saying ‘ooh sorry I didn’t know the kids are unwell was about to ask you to pick up mine after school as it’s prize giving day, and I’ll meet you all at the hall.’ Imagine realising you’re kids have missed school for 4 days wrongly believing it’s half term. The entire teaching staff sees your post with very healthy looking kids having fun and you have to take the same kids to collect their prizes later that evening because now they are crying and begging to go, (these kids love school and I mean they ‘Love’ school) .

I wrote a lengthy apology email, grabbed a glass of Prosecco and sat at the back of the hall hiding in my shame as the 6 year old sang loud and prouder than anyone else in the class choir bringing unnecessary adulation to herself and more ‘shames to her mother. All school correspondence has since this event been diverted to their father who is more responsible with these things, (living la Vida loca with freshly fried doughnuts).