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Doodle of Beta Mummy holding hands with Feral Child Number 1. They are looking up at the sign for "Big School". FC1 is totally ready. Beta Mummy is not. Beta Mummy has something in her eye...

Big School…But He’s So Small!


FC#1 started school today.

 

I may be a Beta Mummy, but I’m not a heartless bitch.  Even though I complain about my children all the time, and even though I spend most of my time with them wishing that they’d go to bed already so that I can get on with the serious business of wine-drinking, I do actually love them – honest!

 

On paper, today isn’t a big deal.  I work pretty much full time, so both of the Ferals have been in one form of child care or another since they were a year old.  FC#1 going to school means spending only marginally less time with him than I’m used to.  He was at the school’s nursery all of last year, so he knows the setting, he’s familiar with the uniform, he knows the staff and many of the other kids – he was excited and raring to go.

 

But it is a big deal.