Do you sometimes feel like you are in a circus? I’ll admit, it’s often like being in The Greatest Showman in our house.
There’s my kids who are the animals. My husband the clown. And there’s me who switches roles on a daily basis from ringmaster (making sure everything is in order), to juggler (throwing lots of balls up in the air and hoping I don’t drop them) and finally trapeze artist (teetering on the edge not knowing it I’m gonna fall flat on my face). Sound familiar?
Well this week the juggler in me definitely took their eye off the balls and they all came crashing down. Yes, I had one of THOSE days. When all you want to do is go back to bed and start all over again but you can’t, cos you are a Parent.
It all started when my 8 (going on 18) year old daughter defiantly proclaimed at the dinner table that is was “non-uniform day tomorrow” and she needed to take in cakes for the school fair for the privilege.
Despite me challenging her for at least the next hour it was a battle I was destined to lose, as she INSISTED she was right and I was wrong.
With less than 12 hours to go there was no way I was about to start baking (although who am I kidding, even if there had been a week I’d have still been sending her in with shop bought cakes).
So next morning I was up even earlier than usual in readiness to make a dash detour to the supermarket via the school run. We ended up with mini rolls (standard) and jam tarts (cos they were on offer) and, with 2 kids fully own clothed, we finally made it to the school gates just on time. It was then that I started to notice other parents staring at me. Was my jumper on inside out (cos that HAS happened before), was my skirt tucked in my knickers? No…it was worse than that…ALL the other kids were dressed in their UNIFORM!
Argh, I didn’t know whether to laugh or face palm!
Not only had I committed the ‘shop bought cakes sin’ but I had brought my kids in their own clothes on the WRONG DAY. It was even too bloody late to drive home and change them. So, I had to face the tears of my daughter (who conveniently had memory loss that SHE was the one who told ME it was own clothes day) and the pitying looks from the other parents when I dropped off my little boy at the nursery block in his Gruffalo onesie.
Feeling as if the day couldn’t get any worse, I walked red-faced with cakes in hand across the playground. And then, like my fairy godmother, a Mum shouted over to me…
“Don’t worry I did the same thing last week – you’re not alone.”
I smiled. Yes, deep down we ARE all the same. Circus workers on a daily basis.
I took a deep breath, got in my car and did the only self-respecting thing I could think of…opened up the cakes and scoffed one.
Hell yeah…THIS IS ME!