Sunny Lane School Uniform and Being Sent to the Headmaster

I went with Tyler to the Unwin’s Sunny Lane School today to get her uniform and sign myself up for being sent to the headmaster (Mr. Leyland sir)…all very nerve wracking (for me you understand, for Miss Tyler Williamson, confident lady that she is, it was a breeze)!

When we got there it was a flurry of activity as it is open house (open school?) all week for new enrollees and those kidlies who’ve grown apace during the hols to go in and get kitted out with the very smart blue and grey uniform – I was everso taken with the skirts and tried to get them to sell me one for myself but they wouldn’t…

…anyway, so, this got me thinking - I’ve started to realise that I’m not blagging this parent thing too well – we walked over to the school uniform room and had to cross the primary school’s playground to get there – it’s all made out of rubbery block paving – how cool is that.  So, I got left behind, I had to get down on my hands and knees and take a closer look – I’m there thinking perfect solution for my garden, and then there were the slides and swings and things and they were all so robust looking that I felt a great urge to go play. 

Anyway, in her embarrassment poor kid, Tyler quickly grabbed me and dragged me on to the school uniform room - where I wanted a skirt – where I embarrassed her all the more I suppose.

I think I should be all bossy and mumsy about these things and come across as capable rather than kooky like all the other mums I saw about the place.  Mind you there was one there who was way more kooky than I could ever imagine being – pray god she was a mother and not a teacher…so anyway, we got Tyler her uniform, (I bought loads of extra stuff in case I stuff up the washing cycle and shrink her sports kit) and then we had to make an appointment to see the headmaster on Friday (I’ve promised Tyler I’ll be well behaved).  I’ll update you…

After that we pop over the road to the Claydon’s to pick up Freya and India (Tyler’s new friends) to take them into town and I impress them with my driving skills (driving with hands over eyes and screaming when lorries come at me) and I felt such a rush of freedom at having escaped the school.  When I dropped the girls off to make rude gestures at the waiters on the harbour and roll their eyes in disdain at the wolf whistles they inevitably draw wherever they go (three leggy blondes) I went back to work and decided to read the school rules that Tyler’d been given – only to discover that it’s five strikes and you’re out. 

Remind me to tell Tyler to do as I say not as I do or she’ll be expelled by the end of the first week!