

I was that mum when my eldest daughter started school. You know the one.
I dressed up for pick-ups. Compressed my whole day to make sure I always arrived ten minutes early. I volunteered for every event. I chaperoned the school trip.
I collected donations for the raffle and hassled people to buy tickets. I coordinated our class's fete stall.
I was so keen, I actually begged to be Class Rep, not realising it was like taking on a part-time job on top of full-time parenting, a renovation and paid employment.