This, I love ❤
Look at those little bare feet 😍
The kids have taken to school in New Zealand like ducks to a pond.. I’m so proud of them, I could burst.
I drop them there in the morning, and the school is buzzing with chatter and happy faces: before the bell rings at 8.40, the kids are allowed to play, run, climb, play football in the field, and when the bell goes, everyone scuttles to their classroom, with or without shoes. It’s ace.
I pick them up at 2.30, and more often than not, their sweaty little trotters are out and their shoes are in their bag (or forgotten at school) and they’re all happy ❤
It reminds me of when I was their age too, growing up in South Africa, we never wore shoes unless we absolutely had to. I bet our feet were permanently filthy 😆
Whatever they teach over here, it’s working, the boys are consistently in a good mood when they come out of school! (Different matter when they come home and get on each other’s nerves though eh? 😂😂)
So this week, I’ve had to learn about weeding. With renting the house, comes the responsibility of gardening 😮 and I haven’t got a bloody clue what I’m doing. (Good thing Mum’s coming out in a week cos she can give me some tips!) Mark made a great start by pulling everything up (weeds or not) on Sunday, so on Monday I thought I’d do the rest of the garden. Armed with wheelbarrow, snips, trowel and a mini hand rake, I attacked the garden and all its beasts.
I have to say, flip flops were not my brightest idea 🙈
Anyway. That’s done. Trouble is I’ll have to do it again in 2 weeks. I know now to change my footwear 😆
This weekend, Fred has been invited to a friend’s birthday party. It’s a boy in his class, and although Fred’s a bit nervous, he’s very excited about going. It’s that annoying autism paradox: he wants to go, but the thought of going makes him anxious 🙈
He’ll probably worry for a few hours beforehand; what food there will be? Will he like it? Will he have to eat it? Will there be cake? Will he have to talk? Will people expect him to play games?
We’ll get there, and he’ll work through it all in his head for a while, maybe seem a little awkward, and maybe will talk about his favourite pc games in a lot of detail! But he’ll (hopefully) enjoy being at the party and will relax a little once he’s sussed it out.
Once we get back home, he’ll probably need time alone in his room to de-socialise, his head and body will be tired out from the effort of trying to figure out what people want, and he’ll take his own time to get back into his headspace.
He copes with a lot of things that I don’t even know about or understand, he’s brilliant. And at school this week apparently he spelled anti-disestablishmentarianism correctly (I’m not sure I even got that right 🙊🙈)
Anyway, Happy Friday everyone, schools out 😎