The School Run

The School Run

So it occurred to me today as I'm rushing my two small children out of the door, that really none of us have absolutely any idea what we are doing, just that we have a tight timescale in which to do it.

There I am, over loaded with backpacks, book bags and coats (that I may add my delightful children were refusing to wear even with the autumnal chill ever present in the morning air). My 5yr old is busy obsessing over whether her hair is done to the standard of her critical fasionista personality and moaning that school is too tiring. And my suspiciously quiet 2yr old is being seemingly very well behaved. I was thinking that this school run may be different from the rest, for a change we aren't last minute rushing, they both have their shoes on the correct feet for the first time all week, all books are present and reading diaries completed and no-one is throwing a tantrum......MIRACLE! 

YES! I think to myself as a grab my children's hands to cross the road......YUCK! What on earth was that?! Oh goodness that felt disgusting......it turns out that my 2yr old darling daughter had snuck the last of her breakfast toast out and had being holding it very tightly in her now incredibly cold, greasy, little hand. So now I have a situation inside my handbag is a small packet of 'emergency hand wipes' but to get to my handbag I have to put down all other bags and coats, whilst making sure neither child makes a mad dash off.

With a quick prayer to any God that may be willing to listen to me at that very moment and a deep breath I began putting everything down and routing through my handbag to find the wipes. I cleaned my hands and then bent down to clean my daughters hands also, when splodge.....she wiped her hands down my freshly laundered jeans......for goodness sake!!

I cleaned her hands anyway, picked up all the bags and coats trying to hide the lovely grease stain I was now sporting on my trousers and continued on the route to school. 

We got into the school and as part of the morning routine I drop my 2yr old off first. She took her bag from me and hung it on the coat hook along with her coat that we have carried all the way to school for no reason what so ever, she walks straight over to her teacher and says 'look mummy has dirty trowers' Brilliant, thank you darling that's just what I always wanted to have happen!

After exchanging a few sympathetic and rather embarrassed looks and morning greetings with her teacher I rushed off down the corridor to drop my oldest daughter in her classroom. By this point all I want to do is get out of there and get home to a coffee, some sanity and a clean pair of jeans, but NO, this was not what karma had planned for me today. My daughters teacher steps out of the classroom, takes me to one side and wants to talk to me about 'The monkey that went to school' project they will be starting! I nod like a crazy lady trying to end the conversation as soon as possible because now the grease stain is setting in and I really just want to go home and get changed.

After what seems like an eternity the conversation is over and I am heading back out of the school gates and I breathe a sigh of relief as I realise that the school run has been remotely successful and is finally complete.....until next time!!!!