Day 159 – the game of life

Woah, today’s “first” hasn’t quite sunk in yet. We attended our first parents’ evening at the childcare place that F. will be attending from Autumn onwards. How freaky. I still can’t quite believe that I am actually a mum now, yet there we were, discussing holiday times, parents’ representatives duty and other things like that.
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Day 156 – of fleas and men

Today’s “first” meant I had to get up at 4:15 am. It’s not often that I leave the house before sunrise (well, not in the summer, anyway). I felt excited, as if I was going on holiday, half expecting my dad to appear with a sugary donut from an old man’s stall, like he would in my childhood when we got off a ferry in Greece at four or five in the morning.

As I drove past a group of twenty-somethings obviously on their way home from a night out, I thought how much I love this time when the last ones to go to bed and the first ones to be up cross ways. How strange, though, to be among the first ones up rather than stumbling home with a kebab in one hand and my shoes in the other. I guess this is another sign I’m becoming an adult.

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