And thus regulated life resumes.
And thus regulated life resumes.
Back to school. Teaching Daughter there’s no such thing as bad weather for cycling. So rain suits on and off they go.
Last Friday Daughter woke up with a fever. The new guidelines for younger children is to get them tested when showing covid signs. I called to make an appointment and early Friday afternoon the Man took her to the test centre. A smooth and speedy process. The test location (the very interesting venue called De Rijtuigenloods) now serves as vaccination centre as well and therefore they made some changes in procedure since I went there. You no longer drive-through, but park your car and walk inside. As I got tested before, I prepared Daughter what to expect. People wearing a lot of protective gear. The swabbing that can feel very awkward. The location it would take place. The Man told me she showed some nerves beforehand, but the test was done swiftly and skilfully. She got rewarded with a box of new pencils and on top of that saw a train inside the building. “I didn’t even have to cry,” she said to me. Brave little girl.
I expected the test results would come in quickly as well. They’ve been in business for a year now, so basically everything should run smoothly. I was wrong to expect that. Daughter has no digital ID to log into governmental services yet so we had to wait for a call centre employee to call us with the results. Sunday afternoon they still hadn’t called, despite the promise to have test results within 48 hours. I called and after a few attempts (because I called half an hour too early the first time, which technically was still within 48 hours and therefore there might be a (slight) chance that I would receive a call during that half hour) I had someone on the line who was allowed to read the test results. Negative. That was a relief. Daughter went off to the park immediately and was allowed to attend school today.
Talking about school. The whole going back to school in February was and wasn’t a blessing. Due to a snow storm she missed the very first day in school in 2021. The school decided Sunday night that they wouldn’t find it safe for teachers to travel to school. In our region snowmageddon didn’t really happen, so school’s decision was an overreaction to the situation. The rest of that week, Daughter sled to and from school, as there was no snow free route to bike to school. That took extra time out of our regained working hours, since it is a twenty-five minutes walk to school while pulling a four year old on a sleigh.
And then rain came to cover the streets in ice and therefore we had another school free Monday. This time the right decision. Even if school would be open, we couldn’t have made it in the morning as all the side walks and streets between our home and school were bone breaking slippery. Only four regular school days remained before the holidays. Yet another week where working hours cut in half.
Today is Daughter’s ninth day in school in 2021. I really hope we can have some uninterrupted normal school weeks this March. I really need some sort of steady rhythm to keep up with my course work, serve my current client and create a new episode for my podcast. Though I wouldn’t be surprised to receive a message that a kid in Daughter’s class is diagnosed with covid-19, which leads to quarantine measures for the whole class. Fingers crossed that doesn’t happen.
Off she goes. On her way to yet another first day at school. She said she had tears of joy this morning. Her mother too.
Also: how cool is it to have a sleigh ride to school. Rarely happens in this country.
Counting to twenty was one of Daughter’s assignments this week. She suggested to make it a bit more challenging and include three extra numbers. Therefore I had to count more than twenty marbles too.
I’ve arrived at a new stage of parenting. The phase in which I need to reinforce certain core values while Daughter is confronted with kids with a different type of parents. Parents who have interesting ideas about what to bring to school for lunch. In The Netherlands that means sandwiches and cookies. Cookies? Yes, don’t ask me why. Somehow parents feel bad about stuffing their kids with fruit as a mid-morning snack every day, so they revert to ‘healthy’ cookies (still full of sugars and too much salt). Her school advocates two days a week as fruit days. If I were in the education business, I would advocate for five fruit days a week. Seven even, but you can’t have control over weekend days. Nonetheless I should be happy about having two fruit days a week. Daughter’s friend from daycare goes to a different school and they have one fruit day a week.
For snacks we put fruit and vegetables in Daughter’s lunch box. Daughter felt left out in the cookie department. I understood her position. Therefore I started to look for compromises. I looked at voedingscentrum.nl for advice. Dried fruits and nuts are considered healthy snacks. So the Man bought a bag of raisin boxes and extra nuts during his weekly visit to the supermarket. Parental love status repaired. For now.