I feel like the kids have been back at school for a month rather than just a few days. Not only has it tipped down for every school run, which makes things difficult when you have a toddler who seems intent on constantly divesting himself of socks, shoes and coats, particularly hoods, but I have misplaced the umbrella. I think someone may have used it for an experiment... The school conspired to make the whole school run in the rain thing just that bit more difficult by getting daughter three's class to dress up in Florence Nightingale outfits for the day on Wednesday. That meant a long dress and apron tramping down the muddy path to school. Lovely.
I had been feeling fairly pleased with my efforts over the Florence outfit until this point. I had adapted the curtain I used for daughter two's Roman toga several months ago and added the ghost Halloween outfit [a sheet] for the apron and hat. I topped it off with some black boots and a shawl. Hey Presto, one Crimean nurse. This outfit will be transformed in two weeks into a Viking costume for daughter two. Basically the kids are getting the message that people wore a lot of curtains and sheets in the old days.
Just to make matters that bit more exciting this week, the computer crashed again, which meant having to reboot it while getting the breakfast ready so I wouldn't waste time later in the day. The same morning, just at the critical point of the morning - 8.30am - when the toddler was legging it up the stairs with his sister's lunchbox, I got a call from The Media about a report on maternity leave and debt. I tried to maintain a level of calm professionalism as I heard suspicious munching noises from upstairs and said I would ring them back. After clearing up the toddler mess, I was inevitably running late on the school run and managed to just about make it while my phone was going off non-stop in my pocket. I could not pick it up, however, due to the fact that I was carrying the toddler because he had removed his boots yet again and was not able to stand up in the rain. Even if he had, I would not have been able to pick up the phone because he would have used that one minute to scarper into the school building, which he thinks is where he rightfully should be.
By Thursday I was so distracted that I momentarily forgot to pick up the toddler, running the risk of incurring the lateness fine. Still, it's nearly the weekend and my battle over the breastfeeding appears to be almost won, even though it has meant him waking up at 5.30 every morning this week. I am now moving on to tackling his latest obsession, which appears to be wearing several pairs of his sisters' [clean] knickers round his neck. Why?