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Class of 2017: The Little Rascals crew

It’s been four (long) years. Yes, long - to my dismay. Some think it goes quickly; RUBBISH! I say. When you have a child, the days will drag, The season crawl, and the years can lag. But onward we prevail, with our heads held high, (and sick in our hair, and snot down the tie) It’s a given we love them, (bar the high pitched squealing), But staying home with them, isn’t that appealing, So we hand them over; guilt ridden and tired, Wiping someone else’s bum, wasn’t something I desired. With the promise of adult conversation, a hot cuppa tea, We march ourselves to work, silently screaming: “I’m free!” Whilst we bask in blissful calm; uninterrupted wee’s (!) You pick up, where we left off: potty training, first aid, ABC’s But beyond this basic care, you all so graciously deliver, There’s something more to what you do – and here is just a sliver: Megan, from day one, when she was just a tiny tot, Taught her how to feed herself, crawl, stand, trot “Good morning Dora the explorer,” beams Cathy, on a morning, As I sign her in at the gate, bleary eyed and yawning. Chris embracing my daughter because she missed me and cried. Sammy, praising her on writing skills, because she truly tried. My daily complaints with Claire and Emma S, Zoe, Julia make the meals; Gill and Lisa clean-up the mess. Keeping your cool Paige. Sophie. Jess. And Kirsty, As for the 100th time that day, she claims that she is thirsty. Georgia and Casey, her BFF's - she prefers you more than me, Asking them to sleepovers, and “when they coming round for tea?” Georgia put a spell on her, she’s asked if she can be her sister! I remind myself she is with you, on the days when I’ve missed her.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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