Monday’s round again, and back to work for some of us.
I’m back to an air conditioned office, which will be lovely. It’s just a shame it’s at work. Anything planned for this week?
Monday’s round again, and back to work for some of us.
I’m back to an air conditioned office, which will be lovely. It’s just a shame it’s at work. Anything planned for this week?
Both kids have their sports day. Smallest in the morning, biggest in the afternoon. I must be a bad parent because… urgh… really? When I was young, parents never went to school sports days. Wtf happened? So that’s my day. Standing around waiting for the 20 second bursts when my child does something in between inevitable rain showers. I’ll have to seek out my camping chair and prepare a flask of strong coffee.
It’s scant comfort, I’m sure, but 20 years later I still have fond memories of my primary school sports days with one of my parents watching. They had to participate in some silly races, too, I think.
Secondary school was a no-parents affair (and just an excuse to doss off somewhere in the vicinity of an athletics track if you weren’t particularly sporty).
Good luck! Hopefully one of the children will do something scandalous like deliberately trip a conpetitor to liven things up.
Maybe its region or school specific, but I remember my parents being at my primary school sports day thirty years ago.
There was always the mums race at sports day…think there is a famous clip of princess Dianna running one for Harry or William in early late 80s or early 90s