As he headed to work this morning, I told him to take the car, as I wouldn't be requiring it and it would save me
- getting dressed,
- packing 'Salina in the car,
- driving him to work (only 5 minutes away),
- driving home,
- and resuming my morning twenty minutes later
I am all about stress minimisation.
So, 'Salina and I had a good morning - got the routine down pat, all set for sending her off to school and getting my teeth into some work - and were even done 20 minutes early. I made her do a few times tables (tough mother, hey?) and then allowed her the extra 8 minutes for television.
At 7.52am every weekday morning, my phone does the "Time for 'Salina to go to the bus stop" dance.
According to the labourer on the site where V is working, it did do its song and dance routine - but as it was in the car, we didn't hear it.
At 8am, 'Salina notices the time and we realise that not only has she missed the bus - but I can't drive her to school...
So we dusted off the bicycles and set off.
Half way to school, she remembers that she forgot to put her lunchbox in her bag.
There was less than a snowflake's chance in hell that I was going back. Luckily they know me at tuckshop, so we had a solution (that only cost me money, not more sweat).
By the time I got home an hour had been lost (I had to help out for a few minutes at tuckshop to justify to myself being up there) and I have been running behind ever since...
Still, must remember my new mantra...