Yesterday I made a classic slummy mummy error.
After over a fortnight of being at home with children I was looking forward to having six hours a day again to call my own, and as we drove up to school I was planning in my head all the things I was going to do during the day in my lovely, peaceful, empty house. I found somewhere to park easily. Too easily. Where were all the cars?
I spotted another mum, kids in tow, and was briefly reassured, until I noticed that she too was looking around nervously. We both eyed the locked gates suspiciously.
In service training day. Crap.
Back at home, after a little cry and some deep breathing, I resigned myself to one more day of childcare, and did my best to focus on work. I can’t really complain. Belle was no trouble at all, and fortunately I work from home (until next week…), so it wasn’t like I was stranded with a baby and an office to go to or anything, but still. You ration your patience over the holidays, you get yourself prepared for them going back, and then when they don’t, it’s hard.
Today though, I woke up knowing I had at least two days now where I could be by myself before wedding and bank holiday festivities. On our way to school we bumped into another mum, on her way to work. She stopped and looked confused.
“You do know they’re not at school today don’t you?” she said, giving me a slightly pitying look.
My face must have visibly fallen.
“Really?” I whined, like a petulant child.
“Yes, they’ve got all three days off this week. They’re back on May 3rd.”
May f***ing 3rd?? I screamed. Inside my head fortunately. “Yessss!” said Belle, jumping up and down excitedly, pointing at me mockingly. “She got it wrong yesterday too!”
Yes, thanks for that Belle. May 3rd. Excellent. I can maintain my sanity until then I’m sure.
How did I not know this? I like to joke about my incompetence as a mother, but in reality I thought I was at least partly on the ball. Apparently not…