So, this past week, the weather here has been dire. Headlights on at three o’clock. All sorts of shit plummeting from skies the colour of mink. Kids in all day in the classroom in case they keel over from water exposure. Add in a full moon. High winds. Mental. Truly, it’s a thing. Kids and weather. And full moons.
My own youngest came into my sanctuary a few minutes ago – now gone 8p.m.- begging to go outside with the girl across the road. To play! Ffs!
I said yes.
It’s dark o’clock, thunder just rumbled, I can hear them squealing. Having a ball, apparently.
Nope. I don’t get it either.
But kids and weather. It’s really a thing.
I know. Been teaching for nigh on thirty years. Seven of my own. And, guaranteed, if it’s a sunny day, they want to shelter from the heat, play Minecraft and get on your mammaries. Underfoot for the hell of it.
Snow. Wind. Rain. Let me at it!
She’s just come back in – this second – ruddy-cheeked, happy as a pig in the proverbial, high as a kite. But not nearly as high as if I’d said no.
Sometimes no is the wrong word. I know. Take it from me. Pick your no moments.
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