Football seasons, early mornings and working parents.

The mornings always come around too quickly and for a working mum of three that needs to be out the door at 7.35 it is always a challenge.  I am gifted with children that like to sleep and whilst I treasure that at the weekends and in the school holidays, Monday through to Wednesday it is a curse rather than a blessing.

This is why I am missing the football season – no I don’t enjoy watching the glorious game.  No, I don’t like sky sports constantly on and the battle that follows when Erin want’s to watch CBeebies.  However it does give Dylan a reason to get out of bed.  During the season he wants to know every result from the premier league to the conference league.  Therefore he will get out of bed in order for his feet to be touching the floor (he has a cabin bed therefore HAS to actually get up) to find out the previous nights score.  Without football I am struggling.  He sees little value in getting up quickly and starting the day eagerly.

He is not the only struggling with the mornings.  As the end of term draws near I have a mountain of admin to carry out.  Stock orders for next year, reports for students, UCAS refernces the list is ever growing.  Therefore my mind wanders….

Yesterday I dropped Erin at nursery grateful that they had opened the doors to harrassed parents three minutes early.  It was like an early present wrapped up in ribbon.  I had three extra minutes before the bell would start my school day.  However I obviously zoned out, as I looked out the window I was startled by my surroundings.  I was driving past GCHQ, I was temporarily halted by the red glow of a traffic light.  I looked at the rising sun at those driving into to GCHQ and thought  ‘what the hell am I doing’ I had just driven to the wrong town.  I had joined the early morning Cheltenham traffic and yet I was supposed to be in Tewkesbury.  A drive I have done three times a week for the past six years.

I was now on a road that I had to continue on until I could go around the roundabout, join more sets of traffic lights before I could get back on the bypass and back track up the road to the junction I had whizzed by.  Oh how I nearly cried – those precious minutes had gone and were replaced by the knowledge I would be rushing in the gates, joining students on the bell, just like Waterloo Road protrays the arrival of teachers to school.  If only.  If only we came and left with our students.

Oh early mornings how you challenge me.

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