Its here, it has finally arrived. Hours, days, weeks of waiting have passed. Sometimes the agony of being patient has been almost too much to bear but my endurance has finally paid off and it has come.
To celebrate I have laid the table with the finest china and I have adorned the room with softly flickering candles. I have a bottle of wine chilling in the fridge and some chocolate hardening in the freezer. I have prepared our favourite meal and the Dominos chap should be bringing it in thirty to forty minutes. Should he who helped create them play his cards right tonight could be his lucky night because tonight is cause for celebration.
It’s here! It’s official, tonight is the night before the kids go back to school. They are asleep upstairs, uniforms beside them. School bags are packed, lunch is in the fridge, even the shoes have been given a once over with some pledge and a duster. From nine am tomorrow morning I am officially parent to one for six whole blissful hours and the twins are someone else’s to entertain.
I will be joining the post party parents in Tesco’s at ten, all of us suffering after tonight’s celebrations, but still we will dance in the aisles. Spinning our trolleys with reckless abandonment in the frozen veg section as we relish being able to load our baskets without stopping to referee a sibling argument. Grabbing a baguette as a mike I will lead the singing through the bakery section gleefully singing ‘I think we are alone now’ and leading a conga procession of mums and dads. Finally I will flip the bird to the wine and spirits section, no longer will this be my crutch. School is back I can face a day without my nip of gin in my morning tea.
It’s here, farewell to the holidays, welcome back teachers, they are all yours….
(And I don’t want to hear any talk of half term!)