Saturday morning starts in a hotel room at 6.13 precisely. The girl wakes up immediately wanting the phone/ipad/TV. “It’s too early”, I say then reality prevails and 5 minutes later there’s the theme tune to whatever is the latest Netflix obsession.
We’re in a hotel as the leak in the bathroom got out of hand. Now I don’t have a bathroom but it is on my ‘to do’ list along with the other 15 vitally important things like get the tea towels out of the washing machine before they smell, mow the lawn and drink coffee – lots of coffee.
Breakfast buffet done we head to the café to open up. Its Saturday morning, and aside from a busy day in the business, means one thing – clubs. It was ballet and tap. It’s now dance and drama. A 40-minute drive away in Bristol.
I was feeling smug. I had booked her place, set up the direct debit received the t-shirt and got the appropriate black leggings all in time. But reality dawns and I realise of course I haven’t bought the dance shoes… Which she can’t possibly do without… So I am now desperately looking on the internet for a shop that is open at 9am Saturday morning. This isn’t happening and I’ve got one small angry child on my hands.
Having a small angry child on my hands isn’t unusual these days. I’m often left wondering how other parents do this whole parenting malarkey as I for one am struggling and feel like I am rushing through each day just grateful that 8pm has come again whilst figuring out how I can further bury my head in the sand tomorrow morning. I make lists of lists of things to do in a vain attempt to be organised. I then lose these lists so I write the lists on my smart phone which invariably then deletes these list without me realizing. My important emails are so far down the line that I lost them weeks ago and that all important re-book for ballet lessons has come & gone and I’ve lost her space – I lost any space left in my head a long time ago. Is it just me or do we all have these moments of crazy and moments of clarity in such contrast it makes my head spin?
Finally by 10am we have made it to her dance class found her new friend Mia bought the dance shoes and mummy is drinking coffee again and for a moment I feel vaguely satisfied with my lot. Then the phone goes… The till has stopped working at one of the cafes. What should they do? Here we go again…