Top Teacher

Doris Day teaching

It’s very strange to feel so removed from my children’s school.

In our last life, I used to be a governor, a PTA committee member, and a once-a-week-for-an-hour-of-mayhem parent helper.

Here, I’ve met their teachers twice, have exchanged barely a sentence with them, and keep forgetting one of their names.

I can only remember it when I think of Peter Rabbit.
The elusive name is Mcgregor.

But what I do know is that Ben rates his teacher. In fact he rates him so highly, that we’ve moved lights out forward an hour.

This is because Top Teacher told his class that they should all be asleep by 8pm if they want to be in a fit state for learning the next day.

How long have I been banging on about bedtimes being important?
Only nine years.

OK, so for the first few years my attempt at communication may have been through controlled crying rather than actual conversation, but I was trying to hammer the same point into reluctant little brains.

It worked to a limited degree on a good day.

Until the advent of Top Teacher, Hannah would cede control between 7.15 and 7.30, while Ben would pursue reading, manipulating plastic soldiers and listening at doors until 9pm.

Not any more.

These days I’m downstairs with the evening stretching ahead of me by 8.05pm.
I’d forgotten what’s on telly that early.

Not a lot, I’ve re-discovered.

Especially now we’re living in The Land that Digital TV Forgot.

But at least it means that the moment when they reach the age of going to bed later than us, when they’re awake and up and downstairs all evening may have been put back by a year or so.

So thanks very much Mr… what was your name? Something to do with Jemima Puddleduck wasn’t it?

About Beta Mum

Here you can find the ramblings of a trapeze artist turned journalist who ran away from the circus to join the BBC. Cathy "mine's a Kir Royale" Keir then spent thirteen years working in Jersey, Guernsey and Devon, before downgrading to what you see before you. She has contributed articles to The Guardian, The Stage and Television Today, Junior Magazine and both the BBC and Bad Mothers Club websites. She has two children who think women can’t be prime ministers. She blames herself.
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5 Responses to Top Teacher

  1. Expatmum says:

    Hi there. Yes, enjoy it while you can. I am usually waiting, in my jim-jams and slippers, for my older two to go to bed. Bloody exhausting!

  2. Iota says:

    Mr Foxy, then…

    It’s so annoying when a teacher can say something and it’s treated as tablets of stone material, whereas when a mother says it, it isn’t even heard.

  3. How have you managed this?
    Must bribe the girls teachers, threats are wearing thin on the ‘go to bed!’ front.
    I have fumed many times about how my patient explaining about things that matter are ignored forever and as soon as a nice teachers whispers it, there it is, cst in stone and bowed to, grr..
    Still,, the bedtime one is a good one.
    Green with envy Frog

  4. Potty Mummy says:

    You don’t mean… that the 7.30pm bedtime doesn’t last until they leave home? Well, that’s that then.

  5. Omega Mum says:

    I suppose helping out would ensure you met new people. Not that I wish to imply you are deficit in social skills: quite the contrary – it’s just nice to get the occasional boost, even if you then decide they’re all officious busybodies you want nothing more to do with.

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