Woke up at 545am, looked at the clock and jumped straight out of bed, wandered downstairs, made a cup of coffee and opened the back door.
What’s so blogworthy about that? Well nothing really, apart from the fact it’s the first day of the Easter holidays and by rights I shouldn’t be waking up before the ‘alarm clock that wasn’t even set because it’s the holidays’ but I did!
I’m what you might call a broken sleeper. Waking up is not something I enjoy doing in the normal Monday to Friday run of the mill because I never tend to wake up before anyone else these days, no matter how hard I try. Imagine – you’re fast asleep, cosy and dreaming when you are woken up by the door slamming against the cupboard as it has been pushed open with some vim & vigour and the first words you hear are what’s for breakfast – that. That’s why I like to wake up before anyone else so I can get going in my own time! Which is why this waking up AND getting up bright and chipper this morning has taken me by surprise.
But it’s a nice surprise because in the last hour or so I have emptied the dishwasher, put it on a cleaning wash (I know domesticated so early in the morning), the washing is on the line (not sure if it will try by elevenses but it’s on the line), had a good long critical look at the fridge contents and most of it is now in the bin or compost, written a shopping list, swept the kitchen floor and wiped the work surfaces down. IN PEACE. No radio, no music, no bickering, no barking, no noise, no nothing, nothing!
Everyone in the house is exhausted with school, college and work. Laree has returned from a residential trip with a very husky voice meaning she’s either been on the Capstan full strength or has been talking all night with her school friends plus her tooth fell out so she will be hugging her pillow a few hours more, Loops & Mook are teenager dirt bags and will appear bleary eyed with hair all over the place and Big Welsh although tired will probably bounce out of bed shortly to go for a lengthy cycle ride. Which means the house will be quiet again.
Until everyone wakes up, throws open the bedroom door which will slam against the cupboard as it has been pushed open with some vim & vigour and the first words they mutter are what’s for breakfast – to an empty room!
And then the day will begin again!
Two words. One dread. I’ve always been wary of teacher/parent consultation since my biology teacher told my mum I was a cretin. Oh and add in the verbal criticism that was echoed in the written report. I know I should have tried harder but I didn’t and there were only 2 teachers that actually inspired me and that was English and Cookery. Whilst I loved French and Art I wouldn’t say my teachers were inspiring but I persevered because I enjoyed those subjects.
Anyway enough of me!
Monday evening was the dreaded day and 730 the allocated time. Off we went with Loops to her first parents’ evening at college. The tutor called us in and asked her how she was getting on to which she replied ok. Loops is a girl of few words but ok means ok! The tutor went through the report and highlighted examples of good work, praised her for her attendance and handing in her work on time, then said what every parent wants to hear in that situation.
“Loops is a very polite girl, with impeccable manners, a pleasure to teach and a joy to have in the class”
My heart soared. You see my Loops had a significant hearing loss when she was little and her hearing was only in a normal range when she was 8. Not only has she had to learn to listen she’s also had to learn to concentrate and find the confidence to put her hand up when she doesn’t understand or has misheard something.
But she’s doing well and with some extra support and encouragement her confidence will soar. High. Way up high like my heart did.
Well it’s here, GCSE results day. I’m feeling as nervous now as I was when the exams were happening but I’m also feeling brave and that’s what those who are awaiting the envelope should feel.
These results are the paper proof in the pudding for two years of work but what’s written on them isn’t the end. Regardless of the results there’s always opportunity and opportunity should be seized with both hands, an accepting mind and a brave heart. Crikey my results weren’t going to stop me being alive, living or making plans, I just had to think more about what I was going to do and at 16 I had no idea! I either wanted to be a vet or join the Police as a child. Well I never became a vet but I’ve had a fun and varied career.
Let’s go back to then …..
I’d spent the best part of the summer with my then boyfriend and his family in Estepona, together with said boyfriend and brother we’d gone to my grandparents in Bath for a few days and generally geared up to go back to 6th form at school. My results weren’t great and the Headmistress had offered 3 options – go down a year, stay for a term or leave. I took the middle option and returned to school and did retakes. Ok and then went to a crammer to retake the ones I’d inadvertently failed. I hated crammer and was pleased to leave. That summer I bumbled and flopped around before heading off to secretarial college where it clicked. I knew what I was doing.
I worked hard and played hard, I knuckled down and got my diploma before heading off into the commercial world where I stayed until I went on maternity leave.
Back to today ….
As I woke up with a pit in my stomach realising what day it was I also thought “I’m ok, I’m still here, I’m alive” and whilst the results weren’t what I actually needed at that time they were good enough for me. So for Loops and all of you getting your results “if they’re good enough for you then they’re good enough for me” and “que sera, sera”.