I’m THAT mum at school drop off. While some parents arrive early, in good moods and looking flawless, I’m usually late, chugging coffee and looking like I was hit by a bus in my sleep. It’s not the best way to start the day. And it sometimes feels like I am being judged for being the world’s most disorganised mum.
Failing to stop, drop and not park.
The stop and drop section is for stopping and dropping. Not socialising. Not small talking. Not Facebooking. Don’t even put the car into park. Just keep driving.
Forgetting an umbrella.
It will rain. It always does. The soggy mum and kid combo is not a good one. There will be tears.
Arriving late, especially on excursion days.
There is no dignity in chasing the bus down the road, dragging your child behind you, screaming for them to stop so you don’t have to miss even more work to drive your child to the venue.
Showing your high levels of disorganisation after exiting the car.
Brush your hair, put shoes on, sign permission forms, fix shirt collars and pack a backpack within the confines of your own car. We even had breakfast in there once. But once you open the door, it’s time to fake it.
Not knowing about every single school event.
Oh, the kids have an assembly this morning? Yes, yes, I knew that. Sure, I know all about the cake stall. And the athletics carnival. And the parent teacher interviews. And the sausage sizzle.
Smile. Nod. Lie.