First day back at school

Mum!

Mummeee!

I look at the clock and sigh.

5.35

But he agrees not to get up until 6.  That's a good start.

Next task.  Agree the schedule for the morning.

"You work it out Mammy."

Okay.

Off he went into his den with his hot chocolate with the promise of a 15 minute reminder at 7.30 about his shower.

He actually seemed excited!  Every time he popped into the kitchen he had something new to tell me: including the child-friendly-sounding quacker rays that turn your enemies into ducks...I like the sound of that.  I wonder would it work on burglars?

I had forgotten to check his tie and found that he had unpicked part of it: cue a rapid sewing job.

He had his shower.  No protest.

I held my breath as he put on the new shirt - approved by him in the shop, but boys can change their minds can't they?

"The sleeves are a bit long," he said.

I waited, but that was all.

He proved his multi-tasking abilities by describing all the attributes of the Agents of Dread and tying a perfect knot in his tie at the same time!

Breakfast was eaten, teeth were cleaned and, while lots of reminders were needed, everything was done with good humour.  Now I know that saying bye bye to mainstream two years ago was the right decision.

I heard the beep beep of the bus and he looked as he crossed the road.

"All good?" asked the bus driver.

"All good," I replied.

And smiled.