Published on January 5th, 2017 | 1107 Views
0When the school run goes wrong
On our first day back to normality after the holiday I worked really hard to slow down. I had promised myself to stop stressing this year, give myself enough time to get to school and nursery on time and avoid running around for afternoon pick ups.
The result was that I walked into the school yard with a George bump soother on my forehead and ended up bursting into tears when a friend asked me how I was doing.
I don’t normally cry on the school run, so this was new even to me. I was just incredibly disappointed in myself.
Half an hour earlier I had rushed home to send out an invoice for my distribution business in between two pick ups, and when trying to be quick to get back on time I had whacked the door into my head.
Instead of getting onto my laptop and sending the document off before strapping Baby Boy in the buggy, I had been forced to carry Baby Boy downstairs, find the George bump soother he had received in his Christmas stocking, and hold it on my forehead with one hand and feed him snacks with the other hand to keep him happy.
By the time I had gotten over the first shock it was less than five minutes to the school pick up and too late to put Baby Boy in the buggy.
I should have asked a friend to take Big Girl, but I felt the pressure of it being the first day of term in 2017 and me having promised myself to be super organised and on time. I therefore jumped in the car, made it to school on time-still clenching the George bump soother-and broke down in the school yard instead, half panicking about the growing bump and having to look after two young children when I really wanted to take a moment to look after myself.
I was so annoyed with myself for having gotten 2017 off to such a bad start. I had originally viewed the new year as a clean slate–an opportunity to become this super chilled mum who never run to make it before the gates close.
It turns out that’s just not me. I think I’m born to run. I thrive on being busy. And being me will have to do for now–even in 2017.