Dipping a toe in

16.08.12.

So, back to school today. Not in an actual sense of course; still many glorious weeks of freedom ahead - hurrah! I've booked the boy into three Thursday nursery sessions for the last three weeks of the holidays. I need to go into work and he needs some continuity.

It was a mixed reaction when he reacquainted himself with the Huffle-ites. He wasn't overjoyed to see Sarah with other children. Crumbs! He's going to have to get used to this as she won't be his key worker from September: sad face. All the Huffle staff are brill though, so I'm sure he'll get over it.

It was quite nice being in school. A Level results made for (mainly) smiling faces, and I pootled in my classroom, not really getting anything done, but dipping a metaphorical toe back into the educational waters always seems sensible.

Had to get a new tyre on way home as mine was about to blow, hence the slightly unusual photograph of the boy being somewhat oblivious to the mechanic's wizardry. Cars are such money pits, but a complete necessity for me. Too scared to look at bank balance, post-hols. Denial.

Dexter was very unsettled this evening, waking four times before midnight. Maybe he's getting the fear about going back to the old routine...