I’m so lucky. Full time working has meant that I have totally missed all the school gate politics. I mean if you only turn up to drop your child off twice a year nobody gives a rats whatsit about who you are or what you are wearing.
Trouble is that from today I am going to be more involved and I am going to be doing the school run.
Which means I’m going to encounter school run mums.
From everything I’ve read in the blog-sphere it seems that my first impression is going to be key – will I be defined as yummy or slummy? Will they hate me based on my handbag or shoes, will I break unspoken rules because I haven’t spent the last year working out the dynamics amongst the various groups?
But let’s take a step back – what on earth is going on?
Why am I worrying about what I’m going to wear to drop off my child?
I mean seriously – standing on a stage presenting to 100+ people, yes check you don’t have a VPL but 5 minutes of handover of small child whilst carrying the other one – eh?
Now this may all be my fault because I’ve not been in the loop this last year but seriously people – some of us like to wear make up, some of us don’t and yes I probably will turn up in smart clothes.
You see in my world, with minimal sleep, I have perfected my morning routine and I am up, made up, dressed, accessorized and out in 15 minutes – yes dressed, make up and accessories because I’m sorry – 15 years of training are hard to drop and I like my necklaces and I like a slap of quick make up and yes I am sorry but I have trained my children that they help me in the shower and whilst I get dressed – forgive me if you will, on working days chats whilst I’m throwing on clothes are the mainstay of our time together.
Did I mention we also have a start of term get to know each other picnic tomorrow. On my first Friday off. Except that all the other class 2 mums will know each other.
The Friday Rant Club is a chance to get those niggles, those irritants, those things that make you want to throw a toddler-stylee tantrum off your chest before the weekend.
Go on, let it all out and if you feel like it there’s a rather nice little button over there on the right to show you that you like a bit of a rant
I’m looking for some guest ranters – if you’d like to get something off your chest send me an email or mention it to me on Twitter. Any subject, just has to be something that has really got your goat.