of lesser known soft-play centres of West Yorkshire, today found us in Ossett. Getting to Ossett was easy enough – only sticky part of the M1 was the queue lining up to get into M’hell at opening time. (Note to self, no more going to M’hell at weekends until February at the earliest). So that was OK, but then my directions indicated that I was supposed to drive into the centre, which proved a touch impossible – Little Monsters is on a pedestrianised bit of the street. Bit of improvisation later, and we were parked up and walking.
Party was much as these parties are, except that there was a really very good facepainter in residence. So I’ve brought home Spiderman and a special Purple Cat 🙂 And I got to spend a couple of hours talking about home education, flexi schooling and montessori secondary education with two more mothers in very much the same boat I’m in. Unusual experience that, finding other ppl going through the same things. Usually it’s either school or not school – but right now there are several other children in Big’s class who are also flexi-schooled (I don’t think there are any full time in the elementary room) and they are all of an age where we’re wondering what happens next.
So for once it wasn’t too deadly sitting in a corner, right up til the point it came time to go home. Then Small had a full scale meltdown and I ended up having to physically remove him from the premises – always feel like such a failure when it gets to that point. But when you’ve done the reasoning, the explanation and so on, and it still hasn’t worked, so you end up leaving with a child screaming, hitting and kicking you, it’s a whole load of no fun.
Now feeling sorry for myself at home, as it’s the time of the month to celebrate womanhood by aching all over and bursting into tears at the slightest excuse. Joy.
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