SCHOOL RUNNINGS

The school run. The sacred rite of passage for the unsuspecting parent. 

Leaving the house on time with all children and equipment in tow and on time can feel akin to being one of the Jamaican bobsled team at the 1992 winter Olympics running down the iced track! Not so cool. 

There is so much I could say about it, but I thought I would zoom in, to the waiting mother/parent in the car. An hour early for pick up just for the luxury of having a chance to park anywhere remotely near to the well guarded prison posing as a school.

I used to dream of how easy the life of a 'kept' woman would be- not having to work; going to the gym in the day and lunching with friends. 

I never thought that I would ever attain the 'my kids go to an independent school' status, but that is my reality and I am learning not to shy away from it. Trying not to be addicted to the struggle and accept that our hard work has paid off. 

Like- this should be a privilege, but it feels like I 'guilt-splain' my situation to people and tried to minimise our achievements to avoid judgement.

How is it possible that this doesn't feel like a breeze???? 

It feels bloody exhausting! There are still a thousand things to do a day and I feel like I am bobbing in the water of financial security with my armbands on, not fully able to swim- in need of an instructor to teach me how to translate said funds into actual physical help!

Can somebody please explain, Why is the house a tip and the washing piling up and the dinner not cooked and please explain HOW and WHY I can't find the time to go to this darn expensive gym... and why oh why is the back of the car full of crumbs and crisps and muddy foot prints! Like how!?

Where is the glamour????? Why isn't my shopping done and house decluttered and my kid's hair plait and why the heck is the school calling me to bring in the P.E kit the kids have left at home AGAIN! Like seriously guys.... WHAT IS THIS!?  

The water bill is due, the car insurance, have you filled in that form? Whose party is it again this weekend? WhatsApp pings, oh great, another one! The demands are endless! 

But then I do think of the countless people that have all these stresses and the added stress of doing it alone, or health/ relationship/ work issues and the numbers not adding up and the impending doom of high prices.... breathe.... my heart goes out and a huge hug, squeeze, cup of tea, glass of wine and evening full of comic relief sent your way 💜 I am reminded to count my blessings, but as we all should know, stress and feelings, are relative. Feel what you are feeling and then find perspective x

I will leave you with my school run musings on a particularly iffy day last November. 

Have a wonderful week x