I myself like to be extra early for everything, just in case. There could be a freak thunderstorm or ladder in tights.. Always be prepared is my geeky motto..
Yet something has gone seriously amiss today.
With the half term holidays all long gone, a blocked bath drain and the impending Christmas season looming I had just started to get my footing again when I really let my yummy self down.
After a nip into croydon and the purchasing of a plunger to fix one problem, I arrive home confident that my ever punctual self can squeeze in a dab of drain unblocking still with plenty of time before collection of darling daughter.
Please do not ask what came over me. I am blaming the bleach fumes - while I desperately plunged the drain, task of school run slipped out of my head… next thing I know I am looking at the clock with a sick feeling in my stomach.
Running up the road like a wild animal I ignore the stares of passers by totally consumed with guilt of being the last mom at the gate… For good measure infant son vomits his lunch all down himself, running after lunch clearly doesn’t suit him either.
I arrive sweating more than any pig I have ever seen , 10 mins late.I am actually unsure of who's gaze I am fearing more, Mrs Teachers disapproving gaze or darling abandoned daughters.
Meanwhile poor infant son is hanging off my arm looking tramatised from the run. I walk to a corner room and try to catch my breath. I see a bundle of kids all bustling about, thank god I am not the only late mum.
Daughter is not in pieces and seems pretty fine all things considered.
I swiftly walk across the room and squeeze out an apology with head hung low.
Daughter's sad expression soon transforms as she discovers my guilt, quick in her understanding that this will be great bartering tool.
We head for home and as requested messy jelly making session to make amends.
Me late? Feeling guilty?
Never….
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