What a week! The children have finally finished school and I have spent the week, when it wasn’t raining of course, going to each school’s field day…
Field day is definitively an Anglo-Saxon tradition. I don’t remember anything similar in France. We had fairs at primary schools, but that was as far as it went. Well, here, in London, I seem to be spending all my days at school at the end of the academic year.
During field day, the children (or teenagers) are supposed to show their fitness skills. I had to attend gun runs, gym displays, 100m school runs, and so on, and so forth. If you are lucky, you might even participate and have to do a mother and daughter run. Luckily I didn’t have to. Phew!
You are supposed to dress up for field day, and it is difficult to get it exactly right. Light make- up and summer designer dresses seem to be what is needed. Field day is a good time to show off your summer wardrobe and your hair extensions, from what I have seen. Some sexy mums even put their short pants and minuscule T-shirts on and parade on the wrong side of the fence in order for everybody to see them while more normal mums (like me, I am afraid), are sitting quietly, getting annoyed that all the dads are looking at the bimbos.
But now that I am a veteran mum, I see things that I wasn’t noticing before. For instance, I never understood why some mums seemed to be having so much fun. Well, I know now. They sneak in bottles of champagne and plastic cups and start drinking well before the start of the display, because they arrive early to get the best seats. What an organisation!
I couldn’t believe it. Don’t get me wrong: I have nothing against a glass of wine or a cup of champagne from time to time but I simply wasn’t expecting some mums to get sloshed while their children were showing off their athletics skills. I suppose that I am still learning how I should behave. That said, alcohol in the sunshine is a killer: I would go to sleep immediately. How do they do it? They obviously have a training I don’t have. I still have so much to learn that it sometimes scares me.
Anyway, I am glad that I can relax now…And guess what: we managed to get tickets for the Olympics…I can’t wait!
Muriel – A French Yummy Mummy In London