I am beginning to feel like a bit of an old hat at back-to-school preparations.
This year I am headed into the third time round and I have vowed to get organised early. I’ve got my list (my very, very long list) with the normal required items.
There are pencil cases and wind-up crayons, dictionaries and hand sanitiser, rulers and calculators, USB sticks, wet wipes and two pairs of old socks — for wiping the whiteboards I’ve learnt since my first double take at that request.
And then there are the uniform requirements. The school shoes, the sports shoes, the hats and the tops, the jumpers, the dresses and those odd things you only understand if you have girls – the scungies.
I’ve also got my requests in from the kids. One wants a baseball style school hat this year, now he’s a great big year one boy – not the broad brimmed one he’s worn when he was just a baby in kindergarten. Another wants laces not Velcro shoes, even though he doesn’t know how to tie them.