Now that Liv has started at full time nursery I have to admit that I am enjoying my free time… or am I? Because as yet the only two days I have had off in over a month have been sickness days due to a cold. Just my luck!! The early morning starts are tiresome and I find myself on auto pilot getting ready each morning. Miraculously I still manage to find time to straighten my hair into a semi decent state and even sometimes apply mascara and lipgloss… well you never do quite know when you will bump into a single man!
So far I have thoroughly enjoyed the afternoon nursery run, tending to speak with a mum I already know and from there other mums have joined in our conversations which usually revolve around the weather, the latest places to take the kids and moaning about the fact our children have more control over the tv remote than we do. The greatest thing is I never feel under pressure to perform, the conversation flows between all the mums, everyone is smiley and welcoming and we all realise we are in the same boat!
The absolute polar opposite can be said about morning nursery runs though. Granted everyone is rushing in order to shove their children through the doors and run off to work. Though still, even though I venture out without having my first cup of Carte Noire Instinct (*this is a plug!!*) coffee, black without sugar naturally in order to savour the aroma and the taste of wholebeans in an instant… I still have a smile ready and waiting for the other parents.
This particular morning both Liv and myself were on the receiving end of disdain from one particular mum. For what reason I have absolutely no idea, I certainly did nothing to warrant the up and down stare Liv and I received, especially when I was giving her my trademark grin! Whilst stood side by side waiting for the extremely slow Lollipop man to actually do his job, I thought I would spread my good morning cheer to a mum who’s child is also in Liv’s nursery class. Nothing could have prepared me for the dormant gaze that fell upon us with no hint of a smile. The shock did not register for long as I quickly retaliated with my very best raised eye brow, Manc stance, “hmph” and ‘Who do you think you are stare’.
Well I knew that the kids played at the school but I certainly didn’t realise that a select number of mums would also stoop to the mental age of their children! It really did make me long for Liv’s old pre-school where everyone got on well and met up outside pre-school. Some of us still do and I have a night out planned next week with a mum friend from the old days.
I only see this particular mum once a day in the morning thankfully, but I know I will most likely have to deal with her for the next few years as our children weave their way through primary school. As I am the kind of person to have an inquisitive nature I am naturally questioning what I have done to warrant such petty behaviour… I have not barged into her, Liv doesn’t even interact with her child and today was the first day I have given her “The Stare” – all I know is, the mornings are going to get even frostier!!
I would like to say fortunately I am not the only one who suffers at the hand of the dreaded school gate politics as you can see from the fabulous posts from Mummy and The Beasties and Cheetahs In My Shoes – though really, at our age we shouldn’t have to be dealing with this! Some people really need to get a grip on reality and realise that we are only at the gates for 5 minutes to pick up our children. We certainly don’t have to become BFF’s but to show a little civility costs absolutely nothing, in actual fact you will no doubt find yourself on the receiving end of a big, cheesy grin!