‘Twas the night before school…. And not a creature was stirring.
Well. Not really. It’s kind of noisy, a bit like bedlam. I am definitely ready for the return to school and the subsequent peace and quiet in the house, when I can abandon my ringmaster’s costume and referee’s whistle. I wonder if it is just boys. Or brothers. Or whether it is just as constant with a boy and a girl; or two girls even?
Everything is a competition; turns to an argument and then a fight. The first to get to the car, the table, the best seat. “he chose last time!” “he always sits there!” “he hit me!” “he punched me first!”
Yes. I am ready.
And right now, I am going to calm down the situation with a polite request to get in to PJ’s and come and cuddle me on the sofa and watch a documentary. We are quite enjoying the good back catalogue of David A. Perhaps not ‘The Hunt’ tonight. Survival of the fittest means one of them could die.
And I am not ready for that.