It was the last day of term. Lady M who took charge of ordering of the yearbooks called up to tell me they had arrived. (Picture of the cover here) So with a skip in my step I left the house on Friday morning. Headed to Lady M’s. Picked up the books and together we rushed to the playground to distribute them.
It was a bun fight: The kids loved the books. The parents loved the books, the teachers loved the books. Books were signed, messages were written and amongst all the fuss I had a surreal moment of calm. Looking over at the kids, pens in hand running to each other, laughing chatting and signing I realised there was something missing. Where was my yearbook? Where were the signatures from my parent friends and the feMates. The Kids journey through pre-prep was cool but my journey with the friends I’ve made, the parties, nights out, coffee mornings, dinner parties, poker nights has been awesome.
I should have a yearbook of memories covering the last four years of my life in the playground and beyond.
Think someone is missing a trick here…..