Thursday, 1 November 2012

D is for Doofus

This week I seem to have been taking a generous dose of stupid in my morning decaffe. Yesterday my school run, buggy or car conundrum, was soon solved on finding I had left the car door wide open after transferring a sleeping Laurie the night before. The good news here was that due to our genteel location, everything lay relativly untouched. The bad news was the only thing to touch it was the massive rain storm which had drenched Laurie's car seat.

So descision made, I was a rather fraut cagooled Mum who dashed up the road (not at all looking the relaxed sporty parent on the Phil and Teds ads) pushing two heavy kids and trying to dodge the puddles, horse poo and other country treats. How I smirked at the man who over took me dashing his son to the primary, at least I wasn't tht late! I smiked some more to myself as I saw him plus son, both looking quite cross, retreating back up the road. Really, who takes their kids to school on inset day, don't these paople read their term dates?

I was busy congratulating myself on approaching the preschool having made it from home in under 10 minutes when it dawned on me the roads were unusually quiet. The car park too was pretty quiet. I started to wonder if that email I had recieved and intended to open entitled 'term dates' may infact have contained some useful information. As I arrived at the gates I met another Mum (looking condiserably more glamorous having stepped daintily out of her 4x4. I had wondered about walking casually past and pretending I had been hurrying at such speed to get to the stop and shop. I decided against it as out of the two, taking the boy to school on and inset was far less shameful than racing to londis. After feeling a little like the kids who turned up to school in uniform on a mufty day, Other Mum and myself laughed it off deciding to never mention it again.

We trudged back up the hill, snowploughing the fallen leaves on our way trying to plan an alternate mornings activity....much of which consisted of trying to dry out a sodden car seat.

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