And the wine: well, that story began last Friday, when the primary teachers transformed the hallway into a rainforest
in preparation for the theme week, which began today.
Much angst and busyness. And not enough sleep. Too many details for my spinning head to retain. But the day arrived, and once the morning was finished and the fires were put out, it was ok! There was a particular moment, however, when I privately made a pact to go home, drink a glass of red, and relax. So I did! And even an inferior shiraz fit the bill.
I finish with some wisdom for you: If ever you ask someone, "Are you going to walk, or do I need to carry you?", be prepared to lift a heavy load. Really. People who don't want to cooperate can make themselves really, really heavy. And even a seven-year-old can kick pretty hard.