I had it
all planned out. Get up early and make my 6 year olds first day at “Big School”
a memorable one! It will be memorable…but not in the awesome, super kinda way.
It started
with the photo shoot. Little darling girl with long blonde French plat in navy
and white chequered school uniform…camera battery flat! Really…Photography 101…always
charge battery or have a spare! Now the Cybershot will have to do, while I try
and charge a bar or two on the Nikon.
At this
point I’m still getting dressed and slapping on my lipstick when I look at the
clock to realise that we have 5 min before the bell rings. Luckily we live 3
min away from school, but two minutes are not enough time to for the My First Day At School Extravaganza I
had planned! To add insult to injury, hubby curiously asks me in the car: “How did
you loose track of time this morning?” This is where auto mom bites her lip and
instead of saying: “Well Mr I’m always
Late, what exactly did YOU do this morning in assisting the “machine” to
work? Did you dress any kids? Did you pack any lunches? Brush and plat anybody’s
hair? Make breakfast for any of your offspring? Pack schoolbags? No…I didn’t
think so!” She just keeps quiet and says nothing.
So my
little girl arrives late for her first day at school. I only managed to get 4
photos taken before we were told that class has started and mom and dad may
leave. I feel as if I ruined her first day. It’s her first day of school for
crying out loud, it’s like getting married or being kissed for the first time,
it can only happen once…the first time I mean. I bloody hope you get kissed
more than once in life and as for marriage…chances are it would be the first of
many!
Getting
home, Ben is still running around like a chicken without a head. He finally settles
to eat his toast and on departure hubby notices a red blotch on his cheek. I notice
the eyes twitching and then the scratching starts. Ben is allergic to something…what
it is we are still not sure, we suspect nuts, but need to have the scratch test
done and that is under the list of: Things
we dread Ben have to do. Under the list we also have: going to the dentist, going for a haircut and getting out of night time
diapers. Speaking of no. 3 on the list; Last night we forgot to put his
diaper on and he saved his full bladder pee for my bed when he crawled in next
to me at 2am this morning. I digress… so now we have Ben with an allergic
reaction to whatever and dad is ready to take him to school. I quickly
administered a dose on Celestimine and they are set to go.
Bit of
background info: Hubby’s car had to go in for repairs this morning. Luckily we
live in a small town and the local dealership collects the car from home.
Luckily he has a weekend car (1972 mercedes convertible) which he can use as
not to inconvenience anybody. The thing with old collector’s weekend novelty cars…they
are not very reliable and as luck would have it…this little gem would not start
this morning. I seriously kid you not. I am not making this up!
So instead
of panicking I assure hubby that I can walk wherever I need to be today (living
in a small town) and they must take my car. Off they set. Now I am car-less and
its 33C at 9am in the morning. Not to worry, I love walking.
Walking is
cool, very cool. When you have your trainers on and your iPod in your pocket,
walking is pretty darn cool. Walking with day clothes and sandals and make-up
is pathetic. It’s like you are to poor to afford a second car, people look at
you suspiciously when you walk around not with exercise as the main aim. This
is how I set off to the chemist to fill a prescription that I ran out of yesterday
already. This medication forms an integral part of my sanity which should
explain why I’m fucking walking to have it filled!
It is upon
my return home when I walked through the front door and saw the reception table
turned upside down, lamp shattered and Dusty (the cat) bewildered staring at me,
that I realised I’m living in an episode of a family sitcom. I’ve watched them
and thought to myself, there’s no way people can live in such chaos and
disarray. They exaggerate the experiences to get laughs…I will tell you now in
all honesty, the only thing in my life that is exaggerated is appearances!
