11 years old and big school

Friday today and the first week in big school is taking it's toll.
Little ninja bouncing Tigger is wandering around in a daze, complete with PJ's and sleepy eyes.
The breakfast spoon seems heavier than usual and his normal superspeed reflexes and quick repartee is missing.
Simple questions such as wholemeal or white rolls in your packed lunch? tax his almost dormant thinking.
I can see he is going to need a lot of help or he will have a detention for not having his tie, a detention for not having his PE kit and a detention for leaving his books at home....something will have to give.
Big D finds his rucksack and packs his lunch for him, Beth helps him with his tie, berrating him continuously as she does so, threatening much earlier bed times next week if he's going to make them all late for school.....I'm beginning to think i'm redundant as a mother!
I find his kit for games and little D finds his trainers.
Branny finds an envelope to hold money and a permission slip for a rugby trip and Mr H starts the van and beeps the horn urgently.
As they pour out the door, little ninja Tigger declares he doesn't want to be a big ninja Tigger!
Growing up, responsibilities....i feel for him.