Teachers’ strike

So the teachers are on strike and I am at home with the kids, and do you know what? I don’t even mind.

They may be right, they may be wrong, they may be selfish or irresponsible. Say what you like, it’s not going to change things. They are on strike, school is closed and I am just going to go with it.

I see it as a rare and precious gift. I don’t get much quality time with my kids. We are always under pressure, balancing school and work and hobbies. I’m always nagging them to get ready, to do their homework and to hurry up. But not today. Today we are going to relax because the teachers have given us all a break from routine. It is not just a day off from school and work, it is a day off from life. Our Wednesday routine is about them going to school and me going to work. If we don’t have that, we have a totally free day.

So we can get up when we want. I got up at 7am, which is a massive lie-in for me. My younger son, who usually struggles to get up at 7.30, also got up at 7. My eldest is still asleep as I write this at 8.30am.

Normally at this time they are on their way to school and I am just arriving at work. Today the two of them that are up are sat in front of the television in their pyjamas eating their breakfast – one of their absolute favourite things to do.

Today is a bit like that other bugbear of mums that I personally absolutely LOVE – the Reception half days. Your four 4 year starts school and for the first two weeks, maybe four or six weeks, goes to school for half a day at a time. What’s not to love?

For me, some of my happiest times with my children have been on those half days. It’s still summer and you are making the most of your last bit of precious time together. My other children were in school or nursery and I had one-to-one time with my child, just taking it easy and doing whatever we wanted. So I had to take a few days off work? So what. What does it matter in the scheme of things? Whether you have one, two, three or more children and whether you have to juggle for two weeks or four, it is still a very tiny proportion of their, and your, life. I wouldn’t swap the inconvenience for that precious time even if I could.

So what will today bring? Who knows, we have nothing planned. There will probably be a walk somewhere, with added optional bikes and scooters. There is talk of going to the cinema – we are all desperate to see Arthur Christmas. There will no doubt be a fair amount of Moshi Monsters thrown in. But whatever happens, I intend for us all to enjoy it, because tomorrow it’s back to reality.

Author: Sarah Mummy

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