Today it is DD's 4th birthday, she awoke early, more jet lag than excitement I think, and we did presents and cards. There were a couple missing because the packers managed to hoover them up before I could rescue them for our luggage. I really cannot believe she is 4 already, I wish she'd stop growing. I wish they'd both stop growing, or at least slow down.
First thing we visited the house again and met our maid, her name is Jantee (sp?) but also likes to be called Mary, so that's easier for the kids. First impressions were good, she was helpful, flexible, adored the children and also comes very highly recommended. I think we'll get on fine. She began by setting off to buy all the cleaning stuff we'll need and then started cleaning through the house top to bottom. Actually I Love Her!
We then took DD to visit her new school, teacher and classmates who all sang Happy Birthday to her when we arrived. I cried. After just a moment of hesitation she got straight in there and joined in the cutting, pasting and colouring activity, albeit quietly and watchfully. She loved it and was so pleased with herself she wanted to stay for lunch and when I collected her she was walking around holding hands with two other girls who were obviously caring for her - such empathy at just 4! We're going back tomorrow morning so she can join in the music session and then she'll start properly on Monday and everyday at 8.30 sharp. That's going to kill me. At home she started at 9am, we lived 30 yards away from school and we were always last there, except perhaps for 2 days a term when a minor miracle would happen. Here, we have an early start, a 30 minute drive, hellish and I mean hellish traffic to contend with. I'm going to need alot more miracles...I think their name may be Mary!
Finally, a birthday dinner with chocolate cake at the hotel 20 yards across the road, round the corner and over the pothole(s) rounded off our day. DS is fast asleep and DD is bouncing off the walls...it's midnight and I'm jet-lagged too. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
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