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.