Have we had an unseasonable warm autumn or is it just me breaking into hot flushes on the morning school run? Everyone else seems to be decked out in full winter gear and I’ve got my fleece tied around my waist. Is it my age or is it more to do with Little Miss ‘I want to walk not go in the buggy?’ All of which turns the morning walk to deliver older brother safely to school into an episode of ‘Run the Gauntlet!’ First of all spending ten minutes coercing her into socks, shoes and coat, (We’re not in Africa anymore sweetie.) then having a quick game of hide and seek behind the neighbour’s well manicured hedge, followed by an obstacle course; weaving in and out to avoid puddles, dog muck and other unidentifiable matter and then on to playing ‘chicken’ at the roundabout with the motorists whose indicator skills are practically nonexistent.
All the while, I am straggling along side with the buggy, using it to corral my tiny tearaway onto the safe side of the pavement. I tow along the buggy in vain hope that her energy levels will drop and I can coax her back into it so that I can nonchalantly arrive at the school gates looking less like I’ve been dragged through a hedge backwards and more like a yummy mummy out for a stroll. I think I’ll take a break tomorrow, skip the walk and take the car instead. Do you think anyone will notice if I wear my PJ’s and slippers?
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