The School Run

Molly is now at pre-school every morning and it's difficult to say who hates this more her or me. I looked forward to this moment from when she was about 5 weeks old, counting down the months thinking, one day she will be in pre-school and i'll have my life back. Obviously for most of the three and a half years I didn't imagine I would be pregnant with another child but still it seems luxurious and decadent to have this time.

Sadly it hasn't turned out quite how I imagined. Firstly Molly doesn't want to go. Certainly she doesn't want to go every morning and surprise surprise I find I don't want her to go every morning either! I want us to have the freedom to do other things, she's only 3 1/2 for god's sake. And (whisper this) I actually miss her. Sadly there is no choice it's every morning or nothing. Secondly the school run is total hell, and this is before I throw a baby into the mix too. There is no parking at the school you have to park in town and walk 10 mins up hill to the school. You have to pay for parking with the exact money (which I never seem to have) and faff about with putting your registration number into the machine too. Thirdly there is the uniform! Making sure there are always clean shirts etc plus forcing Molly into it every morning. Then there is the million other things to remember ordering lunch, book change day, wellies day etc etc. I'm sure it gets better but I broke down in floods of tears in front of the teacher for the second time this morning after a difficult start to the day. Luckily I can blame it on pregnancy hormones but I'm not sure what i'll do after the baby arrives...