~ Meltdown ~
The Boy Child is finding the new routine, coupled with giving up his afternoon nap, something of a trial this week.
Yours truly managed to get herself told off by the Head of the Nursery this lunch time. I’d tried to fit too much into the 3 hours he was away from me and ended up rushing to the school like a mad woman. I arrived at bang on 11.45, but some of the children had already been collected and The Boy Child was “anxious” (read: crying) that I wasn’t there.
I was not impressed with the teacher at all, but I did manage to hold my tongue and not remind her that, if she wanted to discuss punctuality, nursery begins at 8.45am and not when they decide to open the gates some time after that…