I like to think of myself as an organised person.  I’m not.  I just like to think of myself as one.  Take this morning.  It was Skig’s first day at Junior school today so I made sure I got up early.  I say early … any time before 8am I consider early.

The day before, I’d fastidiously ironed on a gazillion name tags onto his new uniform so that we were all prepared for this morning.   So that nothing … nothing … could …. go …. wrong.   Somehow, we’d manage to accumulate nine pairs of trousers – quite how, I don’t know.  They were all the same size – aged 9.  Bearing in mind he’s 7 years old, I thought we were safe enough.   I mean, how much can one kid grow in a summer holiday??

You can read the rest of this article as it appears in the Huffington Post … HERE.

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