This year my world changed drastically. I officially entered the phase of my life where I will be forever known as ‘school-mum’. No longer can I grab any old clothes out of my daughter’s drawers and toss them to her in-between throwing Weetbix in a bowl and realising we’re out of milk. No longer can we sleep in and turn up at child-care at ten am (not that we were supposed to do that anyway). No longer can I leave the afternoon pick-up until six in order to get that last bit of work done before rushing out the door.
Nope, it’s time to be organised. I need to plan ahead. I need to remember to wear my watch.
Around the time the hot cross buns replaced the mince pies in Coles, I started to panic. Once school started, things were going to get hectic, especially with only one car between us and four separate destinations each morning.
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The week before Maddie started school, we started trying to get up earlier in the mornings. She practised putting on her uniform and school shoes, and I practised packing her lunch-box. I wanted to be early for her first day – I wanted to have plenty of time to take photos and enjoy the excitement of the day. Unfortunately that week, life had other plans for me. A few copywriting jobs came in and I spent each night staying up until one or two in the morning working. The night before school was due to start, when I stumbled to bed past midnight, I promised myself I would get up super early and do all the preparation I had meant to do that night: make Maddie’s lunch, pack the school bag and the child care bag, check her uniform was ready to go.