It’s time for the school run. <gulps>
PE Kit: unwashed.
School shoes: unclean
Homework: unfinished.
Book bags: unfound.
Water bottles: unemptied.
This Mum: unfazed and going to bed.
Every act of rebellion expresses a nostalgia for innocence and an appeal to the essence of being.
Albert Camus.
Perhaps, Albert. Although it could also just be indicative of being a disorganised, lazy moo.
Wish me luck come the call of the school run
Cogito Ergo Mum 
This gives me hope:-) For all that I have lost this day, in knowing that I am becoming a bit unwell, at least the Kid will have a clean PE kit tomorrow….but then it wasn’t me who washed it.
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I have a paper mâché ‘lighthouse’ drying on my coffee table. By morning I suspect it may have dried TO the coffee table.
I also have my appraisal at work tomorrow. And I haven’t prepared a dance routine for the Brownies for the evening. And it’s already 3am.
Oops.
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Ha ha. Yes, we have all been there.
If you’ve kissed your children and told them you love them today. Then you got the most important bit done. 🙂
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