Come September there will be one main outfit that’ll take over my son’s life. His school uniform. Most days he’ll wake up, put on his uniform and head to school.
It means I can start to slow down my extensive need to purchase a wardrobe full of clothing for him. Because ultimately it’ll be his uniform that’ll take over his clothing needs. Along with a few play clothes and weather dependent items, the road ahead certainly looks much more purse friendly.
It’s got me thinking about what we’ll need to prepare him for this transition. And when I say prepare him in reality I mean make sure I’m prepared for all eventualities.
We all know being in uniform doesn’t mean that suddenly your child starts to respect clothing. In fact I know I’m likely to pick up my son and find grass stained knees on his trousers, mud splattered shirts and stains down his jumper from his school lunch.
How do I know this? Because I’ve been there and I’ve done that. Lets face it, we all have.
In fact school uniform mishaps are a right of passage for every child.
I remember returning to the same primary school I’d left two years previous after a stint of living in Denmark. My parents (being the thrifty people they are), had kept my sisters old uniforms just in case. And it was one of these dresses that I was given to wear on my return.
What they hadn’t considered was that I might not fit into them, which of course was the case. I slipped on my sisters old school uniform the morning of my return to find it only just covered my knickers.
There’s was nothing that could be done at such late notice. So off I trotted to school looking, I imagine, fairly indecent and using my school jumper to mask the length where I could. A few days later I think I was actually bought a brand new dress to wear- something unheard of as the younger sister.
Although the worst memory has to be the time I sat and ate my breakfast in the kitchen with my mum before heading to my primary school. For some unknown reason she was frying fish.
Of course the smell permeated my clothing and once I got to the playground my friends were all wondering where this horrific smell was coming from. As soon as one of the girls mentioned it smelt like ‘yucky fish’ I knew it was me. And I knew it was my uniform. Something I was stuck wearing for the next 6 hours.
I told my best friend and together we tried to scrub the smell off me before the bell rung. My school jumper came off and got left in the coat room, and I washed as much of my uniform as I could.
Luckily I managed to get majority of the smell off. But my jumper left an awful smell in the coat room for the entire day. A constant reminder to me!
Knowing the way my son plays and enjoys himself I know I’ll have to have uniforms ready on a tight turnaround.
Which is why I’ve picked up the no iron shirts and the stain and weather proof trousers from Marks and Spencer to build up his school uniform essentials. Don’t get me wrong, I’m under no illusion I won’t be fully tested, but at least I can tackle some of the issues head on.
If you want to check out more uniform mishaps check out the Life Isn’t Uniform page currently on the Marks and Spencer website. Do you remember any uniform mishaps from your school days?