‘That was a Tour de Force. Words fail me.’

‘That was a Tour de Force. Words fail me.’ was the start of an email I received from Mr S, a teacher from our school regarding the previous evening’s performance.

A performance that reminded me why I don’t do ANYTHING with my children after 5pm.
It was an insane day.

Our school has started an allotment for the seniors who want to work it as part of their Duke of Edinburgh Award. I have volunteered to help out. So the day before school started, Mr S picked the 3 children and I up from the station at 4:30pm so we could assess the plot and soil and divide the plot up for groups…
We climbed into his car and drove the 5 minutes to the allotment. It was hot. Humidity was high. E had suspected heat stroke from the previous day’s beach trip and had already thrown up that morning. I remembered the fluid. (Hooray!) I forgot the pain relief.(Aaaaah!)
The hour went well as the children played at the neighbouring playground, but I did notice E returning and parking herself in the stroller.
Walking back to the car she started to get worked up.
‘I don’t feel normal’
‘I feel very strange’
(anxious tone)
‘I don’t like this’ (more anxious)
‘I really don’t like this’ (panicking)
‘Calm down E. This won’t help. We are going to McD and I will get you another drink and you can cool down in the air con.’
‘I really don’t like this’ (quite hysterical now)
‘Come on E, we are nearly there.

We sat down, I got them a some food and drink. Sat down. E was very pale.
‘I feel very strange’……’cough’
I grabbed her hand and we ran.
Bless her- she tried hard. She didn’t quite make it.

Trying to explain that my child had thrown up in the passage enroute to the toilet to the Japanese staff was fun… Thankfully Mr S came over and translated for me.
He then went on and said something I’m sure he regretted later:
‘May I take you all home?’

He needed to drop the other teacher off at a station first, but was back half an hour later.
The children were beginning to get  already tired.
K gets super grumpy when she is tired. J gets hyperactive and naughty.
Generally it’s best to just not let them get to that stage, or near each other when they do…

So put them into a little car, add some traffic issues and the result was non stop problems from the 2 of them for the 45 minute journey. E dozed for the journey. Well, she tried as best she could.
We were near the end (in more ways than one)….
‘We just need to turn right here and we are 2 minutes away.’
Relief we are almost home…

‘I feel car sick’
‘Mr S, pull over. NOW’

He did, I jumped out, opened E’s door…

How she missed his car, I have no idea. She was amazing. She threw up on the road and then into the gutter. We cleaned her up with a pair of Mr S’s socks. (They were clean! Well, to start they were)

We decided to walk home from there. I couldn’t put Mr S through any more torture.
We managed. E rode in the stroller, J refused to walk, I didn’t have the energy to fight- so he got carried until we got to a hill!
At home, I gave them some more food. Bathed them and put them into bed.
Sat down with my glass of wine and breathed a sigh of relief.

I remember now why I’m always in at 5pm…
I remember now why I call it ‘arsenic hour’

Yip…Mr S, you are quite right:

It was indeed a Tour de Force.

I just hope I don’t have another one soon!

About Cheryl

I am a child of God, a wife and a mother of 4 children. Some days are good. Some days are frustrating. Some days are just plain insane. In between the mayhem, I loved to go for walks with our mutt, potter in the garden and enjoy the beauty that surrounded us. That all changed in August 2012 when we waved goodbye to our mutt and garden, our eldest at Uni in Gloucester and moved to Tokyo for 4 months. And yes- we are still here...
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