School's out and that means for this mum, too
Published 28/06/2013 | 17:00
MY best friend and I turned 50, just over a year ago, in January 2012. On our big birthday we vowed that from now on, we would keep a bottle of champagne in our respective fridges at all times. Why? Basically, because we felt we were worth it. But also because with the wisdom of our great age, we know there are times when you just have to sit down and say, "I'm bloody well great and I am going to have a glass of bubbly for the hell of it!"
This Friday (drum roll please), my youngest child will walk out the gates of her National School for the last time and I will have completed 21 years . . . yes, that's right, 21 years of being a junior school parent. Yes, I was disorganised enough in my breeding to have had a major gap between oldest and youngest. But that's not the point. No, the point is 21 years.
21 years of Head Lice Notes. You know, the ones with a heading in extra-large, bold print that says, "URGENT – PLEASE CHECK YOUR CHILD'S HAIR" and then goes on to outline the "current outbreak" or "infestation" and finishes by helpfully telling you where you can buy the latest foul-smelling concoction to spread on your little darling's delicate head.