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Right till this morning, every time I mentioned the word ‘packing’, Kat ducked away somewhere in the fear that I would make her go through the list and the items yet once again!
Kat has apologized to me already - seeing my near crazy behaviour perhaps, she has assured me that from last time's experience she is sorry but she is positive that she will not miss me this time. She has not asked me to write any notes for her this time but she took the necklace that Kit made for her in her new school (in fact, she wore it as a bracelet as it was made from wire and hurt her a bit...)
Kat's school trip coincided with Kit's first bus journey to school so it was an exciting day for both of them and too much adrenaline for me. Kat has texted me twice – not to tell me that she misses me (*sob*) but to let me know that some mini highlighters are on half price sale in the local bookstore and that it might be a good idea to buy them for her! Cheeky...
Kit is excited about her unrestricted and unlimited access to Kat's room although Kat has given her some very clear instructions. To be fair, Kat did however, give her favourite teddy bear to Kit this morning on loan for 3 days to which Kit immediately responded “Can I have it forever pleeeeese?” Kat smartly ignored her and moved on.
While Kat is away, I will try and not jump at every phone that rings in these next 3 days and will try and sleep at night too. It will be Wednesday soon and our house will be filled with the familiar oohs and aahs of the brilliant time spent with friends. Of course, the first thing Kat will ask for after hugging us all is her favourite marble cake... then she will check the damage to her room…and then we’ll be back to where we started!
I know this feeling too well. My heart sank. Kat is very strong – she is my big girl in school – she never cries so it must really hurt. The nurse had only called me 30 minutes ago asking me if it was okay to give her some pain reliever and I thought it was just a regular headache (sometimes when they are tired they go up to the nurse) and she agreed. Then Kat went up to her locker room and called me and cried. Her school is around 30 minutes away by car so even if I/Papa wanted to bring her back, it was simpler for her to get back in the school bus (as it was home time anyway).
Once on the school bus, I called her again but she just quickly spoke to me and said she wanted to rest as she could not bear the pain. I tried to get as much information as I could in those few bits of conversation so as to confirm it was the dreaded migraine. The symptoms were so damn similar to how I feel – the aura of a migraine, the whole nausea, the pounding on the head...Anyhow, I cancelled my physiotherapy for the knee and waited for Kat to come home (last minute cancellations never go down well – I could write a complete blog on that lady who took my call and said “I will waive the late cancellation fee this time as I have other fish to fry” – can you believe that?) I even sent Kit to the playroom so there could be some quiet for Kat when she got home.
When Kat was dropped off, I got a call from her bus matron saying that I should pick her up from the lobby as she was crying – I rushed and as is always the case, it took me ages to get to the lobby from the 41st floor. Once there, Kat was waiting for me, crying – apparently she had puked on the bus and she was crying because she was embarrassed about it – no 5th grader pukes on the bus! She was worried about having made a mess on the bus and what everybody must have thought. I hugged and comforted her. Her new backpack was all messed up and she was shaken up so we both went upstairs. After a shower, more medication and some sleep, she felt much better but pain still there – so typical. For me, it was an evening spent cleaning all the messy bits when Kat slept and thanks to a magical cleaner, her backpack is good as new and great smelling again! Her bus matron called a bit later to check on her – she’s a real star. Kat got an email from another friend so she did feel a bit ‘wanted’ in the community in the end.
I will speak to her neurologist today and see what she says. School is off today so that is great news. Kat can rest and she also has a play date later today. We’ll see how she feels. Kat says she NEVER wants to go through this pain again. When Kat was little and she would hurt her finger with a paper cut or something I would close my eyes and say: “God, take away all of Kat’s pain and give it to Mummy” and she would feel happy. I wish with all my heart this could work today...
This is also Kit’s first year (full time) at school so it’s an exciting year ahead for her and me...she’s excited about her new pencil case, her new friends, teachers...she feels she is one step closer to being Kat now... She chose her backpack online (along with Kat) yesterday. In fact, a task that both Kat and I thought would take just a couple of seconds took about half an hour! Kit could simply not decide – she has become so computer savvy, she moved the mouse with such ease to scroll up and down the screen that it took her ages to decide while Kat and I wondered where all this power had come from! Kat and I had preselected one backpack for her but Kit is so strong-headed, she selected the one that SHE wanted and in the end that is what I bought for her. Of course this upset Kat because she wanted Kit to have that one but Kit wanted this one (I’m just plain happy that Kit agreed not to have the rolling backpack and agreed on the preschool size – Imagine!!)
After much bickering, the girls are (finally) now looking forward to their personalised backpacks and I am wondering, maybe it is a great thing that they are going back to school and a week into school I will probably wonder how was I ever surviving with them both with me 24/7?