Overachiever mum

Today I bought Squidge’s schooliform and ironed on all the labels. Yes. I did. This sentence is groundbreaking for several reasons…

1. I can’t iron. Things I iron look worse when I’m finished than when I started. Even ironing on labels required several visits by Husband to explain why it was beeping, how to turn off the steam, and what temperature setting I needed.

2. I am never efficient. I have been known to emergency buy an item of clothing on the way to an event I’ve known about for months. Getting her entire school wardrobe sorted in one day should have seen the sun fall into the sea, or something like that.

3. I have folded them, tidied them, and allocated them an entire section in her wardrobe so they are easily found. I even bought spares and extras of items that usually get mangled fast, like shoes.

4. I made it in time for the last day of the M&S 3-for-2 sale.

If there’s an award for all of this, can I have it now please? I even took a pic to put here on me blog. Wahey.


All grown up

I am standing on the stairs at the school. The other parents have gone on ahead of me and I’ve trailed behind. I can’t resist one more peek through the classroom window. Squidge is happily playing with E (thank goodness there is one other child from her nursery going to this school!) and the teacher is smiling at them both.

My heart clenches. This is only an hour’s induction, soon she’ll be wearing a uniform and doing this every day. It’s a good thing everybody else has left. I find myself standing under a big pink dragon and crying. I have enough presence of mind to notice that this hardly seems the best place to sob, a lurid dragon straight out of the 80s doesn’t match my mood at all.

I know I’m being pathetic. But my little girl. My Squidge. She’s growing up. Soon she’ll be a teenager who thinks I am the most uncool human being on the planet and then she’ll be off into the world, discovering it all for herself, and I’ll miss her. 

I know, it’s still many years from now, but those years are slipping past with unexpected ferocity. 2010 is already past the halfway mark and everybody I know is saying that they can’t believe it is moving so quickly. And in September my darling girl will start school.

As I stand here beneath that dragon, the same dragon she excitedly showed me as we came in the doors, I remember my labour. 10 days of hell that had me and Squidge close to the Big Nasty. And what was I thinking as they wheeled me into the theatre? Oh god, she will soon be a teenager and what if she doesn’t like me?? I asked my Husband this and got told to lay off the gas…

“Hey,” a man’s voice appears at my ear, “You ok?” 

“Yes,” I smile, “Some dragon bits fell in my eye, got it out now, though. Let’s get some coffee.” 

I’m not sure if E’s Dad believed me but he never said anything. Thank god I wasn’t wearing any make-up.