Kids – who'd have them?

Up at 4:45 a.m. to get the youngest ready for her lesson. Wake up the eldest, the wife surfaces… and off we go.

We drop the wife off at the bus stop (too hard to get to the train station and then back to the main road) and away we go… again. Didn’t take as long as I’d feared and we arrived just after the start of the session at 5:45 a.m.

The eldest daughter and I slumped against each other until she decided she needed something to eat. Well that was ok, except nothing was open until 6:45 a.m. so she had to just sit and wait. Why did I take her with me? Mainly because she had ‘band practice’ and she was in danger of losing her place because she was having to catch the bus to school while my broken toe recovered and it got there at 8:15 a.m., i.e. 30 minutes into the rehearsal.

Youngest finishes her session… comes off in tears. She said the coach was ‘shouting’ at her. I just said don’t tell me… on the rink the coach is boss, parents don’t count. That went down well of course so she sulked a bit to add to the tears. She was obviously just a bit tired – understandably so, after all she was up very early.

We piled back into the car around 7:00 a.m. and set off for school with the little one frantically changing into her school gear in the back.

Got to the school *just* on time for the daughter to get down to the practice. Felt really pleased it had all worked out properly… until I asked the daughter to check she actually had her flute. True to form… she’d forgotten it.

There are occasions when I wonder just why I bother. Still, at least *next* week I’ll know to check *before* we set off!

Now… who wants to remember to remind me to remind her to remember??  Hmmm… ??  🙂


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