This September I vowed that I would be a truly organised mummy.
No more phone calls from G asking if I'd remembered it was Harvest Festival, after he'd dropped Little Miss off at school (er, no - because, if I had, then I would have sent in the food goodies). No more handing in trip money at the 11th hour, or forgetting the PE bag....
No, this year I will be soooo in control.
Monday September 7th. Little Misses Red Primary School uniform was laid out ready for her first day. Lunch box & PE bag all organised.
8yr old planning his day at Grandma's - due to his inset day.
Me all content and in control.
G looks out of the window & comments about the neighbours daughter looking all smart in her uniform. I sneak a peak. She looks delightful in her Navy Junior School uniform
Slowly the penny drops.
My heart stops.
I have got the wrong child ready for school.
He has 10 minutes to be at school. No PE Bag ready, no lunch box, & no breakfast (he was on a promise of breakfast at Grandma's).
There were tears - him because he really doesn't like school at the moment, her because she does.
There was stress - me.
There was a quite husband - very wise move.
We managed it though, the 8 year old, by some miracle arrived at school, on time, fed, but no PE bag. The 5 year unceremoniously dumped at Grandma's (I was truly late for work by this time).
I arrived at work & explained and explained why I was late. Did I get sympathy? Lord no! My fellow Mac's were in stitches laughing at me, as much as I was laughing at myself for being such a noodle.
Whilst I wouldn't want to repeat the episode again, my 'organisation' has brought laughter to my patients, when we share our day to day stories, allowing humour to connect us.
Oh Well - Off to try & get organised (Again)
Love Lydia xx
ps - It cost me a Transformer though....