|Self portrait with timetable.|
And of course, which car pool is it today?
AND what the fuck to cook for dinner?
|Every day, a new mystery to solve.|
What if I get it wrong?
Yes, I know the chances of going in to kiss Sarah good night and finding someone else's 9 year old in there is ludicrously unlikely and everyone has the same vested interests in getting their correct offspring back to where they belong everyday, and I know it happens successfully every day with unvarying regularity. But it still amazes me.
So many kids, so many activities, so many plans that change due to illness, traffic, weather, forgetfulness.
I think I just need a few days to ease back into it. My confidence is low, after the great gymnastics rebooking failure, which means one of my most ingenious car pool situations is now null and void until Sarah can get back onto Monday gymnastics.
And of course it's all fine and she doesn't mind doing gym on Tuesdays instead for a while, but I just wonder how I dropped the ball? How could I fail to rebook her? Of all the things to forget, it's her favourite thing in the world. Bad mother! Terrible mother!
I know I'll get over it, I always do. And if you are reading this and are in a car pool with me, please don't worry.