Back to school

On Monday all the schools in Belgium started again after a holiday of 2 whole months. On the one hand I was looking forward to it, when the boys are in school I have much more time for my work, but on the other hand I was dreading the morning rush. Getting up early is not something any of us is very good at. And I hate being late so there is always this rush of doing too many things in too little time.

Monday went very well though, we had managed to get the boys in bed on time the night before and they were actually very excited. Even breakfast went down without a problem.

Tuesday still went very well, even though one of the boys did not manage to eat his whole breakfast. But the other one made up for this by having three breakfasts đŸ™‚

Wednesday was difficult. They really did not want to get out of bed, so eventually we had to run to school. And this on a day that I don’t have to make lunchboxes for them, as school is finished at 12:15. Wednesday afternoon was mostly spend in bed, by all three of us yes. Zzzzzzz

On Thursday we were late again. I thought we were early but then they took forever to brush their teeth and needed one more pipi. They also cycled to school in such a way that I am sure they are holding the record for ‘slowest bicycle ride ever’.

On Friday I did not want to get up anymore. But I did it anyway, repeating my mantra ‘it’s the last day, tomorrow is the weekend’. The boys echoed my words and together we made it. They were not even the last ones in the class.

Hooray, only one more pick-up and the first week has been conquered. Weekend!

A strange Monday morning

I had the most interesting experience yesterday morning. It was the first day of school after the holidays and something very strange happened. The boys were eager to get up, go to the toilet, get dressed and eat their breakfast. Everything ran so smoothly I even had time to read a story. They brushed their teeth, put on their jackets and sat down in the buggy before I was ready to leave. That’s how happy they were to go and see their teacher again.

Why is this strange you may ask? If you have (had) toddlers, you already know the answer. This sounds like a surreal fairy tale. Toddlers are not known to not make a fuss. My boys are famous for their episodes about what to wear. They pick out their own clothes, they decide which shoes to wear and which jacket. If what they want to wear happens to be in the laundry… you can imagine the drama!
They also must refuse their breakfast at least 87 times before they take an unwilling bite. They also feel the need to run away every morning before I manage to get them to brush their teeth and make it a habit to take off their shoes right before we leave, because they decided on other shoes. So yes, it was a strange Monday indeed.

I am happy to report though that everything was back to normal this morning. I had to chase them down to get them in the buggy, both upset that there was no time for me to read a story. I had to rush to get to school on time and stuffed the last bites of their breakfast sandwiches in their mouths at school and had to drag them to their classroom, before they realised they actually like being there. Sigh. I wish toddlers would understand cause and effect already.

First day of school

Today was their first day of school. Such a milestone! (In Belgium kids can start at 2.5 years old already.)
I am pretty sure I was more nervous than anyone there.
Boys did absolutely great, but the first thing they said when we came to pick them up:
‘Mommy, I want to sleep.’ Luckily milk and cookies were also good.
Poor guys. This was just one day. Next week will be their first full week: they will be utterly exhausted.