If Christmas is the season to be jolly, back-to-school is the season to be… organised. Organised is jolly's far less colourful cousin. If organised wore a t-shirt it would say, "I put the fun in functional," which is optimistic at best.
Now, I don't find being organised particularly fun. By golly gosh I wish I did, but old dog, new tricks and all that. There is one thing I do quietly enjoy about this season though. A tiny silver lining. Maybe you can relate. It is that moment, post-jolly season, when my nervous system remembers what calm actually feels like. And while I know the jolly has to bugger off, the older I get, the less willing I am to let calm toddle off after her.
And while the booklists will get bought and the 807 glue sticks will eventually be labelled, there is one daily stressor that never truly rests: lunches. I feel bad even saying it. But stay with me, little people sherpas. I think I have cracked something.
























