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.
Maybe its region or school specific, but I remember my parents being at my primary school sports day thirty years ago.
Same here! I vividly remember their shame.
I think it’s either 1) my memory, 2) my schools or 3) my parents! Although my sports days were mostly 40(!) years, so perhaps is a 70s vs 80s thing. Although now I think about it, I was quite a sickly child so there is a chance I was ill for many of them, or I used that as an excuse to avoid participation.
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 competitor to liven things up.
Last year the youngest fell halfway through the sack race and just called it a day, rolling around on the grass. A chip off the old block. It was worth it for that.