
The sound of my alarm jolts me awake, even though the morning wake-up time hasn't changed in years. Occasionally, I'll mix up the tone; an upbeat song or nature sounds — an attempt to soften the slight sting of anxiety that comes with each new day as a single mum of three teenagers.
I race between bedrooms waking the kids. If they're quick to get moving, I jump in the shower myself, hoping they don't get sidetracked by phones or iPads, so we can get out the door on time.
Breakfast blurs into lunch-packing and last-minute checks for out-of-the-ordinary school requirements. Then it's school drop-off number one. I herd two of them into the car and pray the traffic gods are kind as I head home, where, most days, I find my eldest has fallen back asleep.
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We start the process again. I get him to his school, in the opposite direction, one eye on the clock to make sure I land at work by 8.45am, enough time to make a coffee and breath for a moment before my shift begins.
On a good day, I reach the end of that shift without a call from the school, the GP, the dentist, or someone chasing an unpaid bill.
On a good day, I collect one child, the other two catch the bus, and we tumble into the house where I juggle snacks, emails and phone calls, and prepare for sports, dinner, homework and washing.