Today was day one of Term 2 round here. Daisy adored her first term at School, doing as much homework as she could, learning more and more every day. I had to drag her off my laptop doing her Mathletics (who came up with that name?!) and Reading Eggs during the term but during the holidays? Not so much. And that was fine by me. She was exhausted. She needed a break. She needed to rest. And play. And watch TV. And just be. She was given a selection of readers to do over the break just to keep the momentum going as their teacher didn’t want all the inroads made to be lost and to have to start over again. She begrudgingly did them over the break and hasn’t really been keen on getting back to School. After many a pep talk this week we headed off to School this morning, hair brushed and pulled back, shoes shining and a new winter uniform to boot! We were ready to go.
Assembly. One comment from the Principal about not doing homework over the holidays to all the kids had Daisy in tears. Poor love. I think the nerves, the anticipation, the wanting to please and feeling disappointed that she hadn’t sent her over the edge. I managed to extract myself after a while and held my own tears until we got to the car. I know by now she will be fine – back into the swing of things without a care in the world.
Well I hope at least.
So what did I do to make us all feel better? I went shopping of course! Just before the holidays I went to my favourite antique/vintage markets at Dirty Janes in Bowral to pick up a desk and chair for Daisy that was meant to be given to her for her birthday in February and got both for $80 but they needed some paintwork. Of course I never got round to the painting over the break because I am lazy so I went back to Dirty Janes this morning where I spied a 1950’s desk in great condition for just $60! I tetrised it into the car, got it home and have set up a surprise work space for her when she gets home from School this afternoon.
I’m hoping it’s just the trick for reinvigorating a love for learning and School for the term ahead. And if not? Well, who cares! It’s a fabulous little table that I’ll be happy to make my own. I always did want one of those desks when I was a little girl…