Maria the Mammy thinks...
Nope.
Not a hope.
Not sending them ANYWHERE NEAR schools.
Need to keep them safe.
Can’t control things when they’re away from me.
Fuck the government and their ineptitude.
I don’t want them to be away from us.
I don’t want them to be frightened or worried or scared by anything.
I don’t want to think about how they can’t hug their friends or play with other kids who aren’t in their pod or whatever.
I don’t want them to go on a bus, mixing with kids from 6 different schools.
I don’t want to have to send them to Afterschool
How am I going to manage to be both in class and at the school gate on days where I have to pick up my own kids?
I’ve had months of keeping them close and knowing they’re safe.
BUT…
They miss school
They need school
They miss their friends
They need more social interaction
They need more than Myself and their Daddy
They need normality.
They need education…because Home-learning DID NOT happen as much or as well as it should have done. (Kind of difficult when both of us were working full time from home.)
They need other adult voices.
They need routine.
They’re in a wonderful school and have wonderful teachers who I know will do everything to keep them safe and secure.
Maria the Múinteoir thinks…
I don’t want to put myself or anyone of my colleagues or students in harm’s way.
What if I get it?
What if I’m an Asymptomatic carrier?
What if one of my kids gets sick and it’s my fault?
What is it going to be like teaching some classes in school and the rest online?
Am I going to be able to do my job properly?
Am I going to be able to make the kids feel safe and secure?
How can I support the students who need support?
How can I teach in my usual groupwork and collaborative style when they have to be socially distanced and I can’t sit beside them?
What about my students with extra needs?
How can I not meet anyone outside of my own bubble, but I can stand in a room with up to 30 young adults for up to 80 minutes?
How is under Jesus is this going to work?
BUT
I can’t wait to get back to work.
I miss my colleagues.
I miss my babies.
I miss teaching.
I need routine.
I need adult conversation.
I need some sort of normality.
My students need school.
I know it’ll be OK
I trust my management to keep us safe.
I will absolutely do MY best to keep my students feeling safe.
Teachers are a resilient bunch.
We’ll do our best.
And it WILL all be OK.
We are not in control and we can only deal with things as they come. We did it in the autumn and we’ll do it again now.
So many of us are experiencing all sorts of emotions tonight, especially those of us who are parents also. We are genuinely torn.
I need the Mammies and Daddies who are feeling the exact same way as I am as a Mammy, to trust me in the same way that I have to put MY trust in my daughters’ teachers.
I need the parents who are sending their kids into me, to trust that I will do my absolute best to make sure that their children are able to learn in the current environment, and that they feel safe and secure in my presence.
I need the parents to understand that I understand THEIR worries, because I too am a Mammy who is nervous (terrified) about releasing my little girls into the big scary world right now too.
We are frightened. We are worried. We are anxious. And our fears are real.
But we are determined and we are professional and we are fully qualified to educate. And as teachers, we care about your kids.
The emotional chaos of the sudden closure of schools again in January was huge… but that’s a whole other article.
So while Maria the Mammy might fall apart in the utility room a few times today at the thought of MY precious babies leaving me every day to go to a whole new world, Maria the teacher will pull myself together, take a deep breath, hang up my tracksuit and go back through the doors of my much missed school, to teach and to support my “other babbies”…
And it will all be absolutely grand.








Last night, Mammy was smart.Mammy went to bed early in order to be bright and fecking breezy for the first day of a shiny and glorious new term.Mammy had the uniforms and all that jazzle laid out and ready for her precious minions before her early night…Mammy smugly cozied under the quilt, blew kisses at the husband and muttered sweet Goodnights…Then Mammy lay awake for pretty much the whole huckin night, unable to drift off and with a brain that was doing 120 on a playground roundabout with 269 tabs open and a techno rave playing in the background.I swear I saw EVERY Fricken hour from 10pm until 4am…Between the wind battering the windows and my brain battering my insides, there was NO sleep.My veins were fizzing with adrenalin, probably a mix of anxiety about going back to work and a deep FEAR of sleeping in.And then, just as Mammy finally drifted into a stupor, the alarm went off at 5.30am…Mammy decided to cut her losses and got up a Stupid O’clock to wave Husband Dearest off to work.Then Mammy had coffee, did some gym admin, made a pot of chilli, made the lunches, did a load of washing, started the dishwasher, wrote a blog post and had a shower, before wakening her precious minions from THEIR quite peaceful slumbers.Princess was confused about why she was getting up in da night time after 2 weeks of daylight starts. She wanted to know “Are we going to Spain?” as apparently that is what happens when she goes in the car in the dark.