These are my Salada Days...

Last night J informed me that she had to be at school early tomorrow as she has rehearsals for 'One Good Deed' straight after snack.

O.K.

I was awoken this morning by a fully dressed-in-her-uniform-and-hair-done J urging me to get up and make lunch because she 'can't be late today!'

I tumbled out of bed and stumbled to the kitchen to pour myself - oh, hang on - lost track due to my tiredness and being awoken at ungodly hours by oldest daughter.

Anyway.... I'm up, dressed and playing will-they-wont-they with the snacks (will they eat what I've given them and not whine when they see what their snacks are?).  We (children, husband and I) have a discussion about lunch orders. Friday is the last day of term, will the canteen be open on Friday?  Better not risk it - lets have a lunch order today!  So it's decided.  I finish packing the school bags and then organise children to eat breakfast, clean teeth and have hair done.  I then organise the same for myself.

We leave the house 15 minutes earlier than most days (yay!)  My music choice in the car is acceptable to the children - Madonna Celebration (Disc 1).  At five to eight the children are released from the car and I turn the music up to deaf old man level and tootle off to work.

Work, work, workity work.  Lunch time!  I drive to the local sandwich shop and while I'm ordering my sandwich a thought occurs to me... I didn't actually write the children's lunch orders out!  No lunch for my children!  Gah!  Then I suffer the humiliation of knowing that this isn't the first time this has happened.  Usually it's T Man forgetting to put his lunch order into the lunch order box, or me leaving written-out-with-money-in-the-bag lunch order on the kitchen bench.

Then there is the further humiliation in knowing that the school has a back up plan for such scenarios. The teachers are allowed to give the lunchless children Saladas. Oh the shame.

Now with 60% less professional parenting!

I am dreading going home from work - I will be faced with a barage of 'You forgot' and 'I was sooooo hungry' and of course 'Miss Smyth gave me some Salada's'.

Definitely will need giant glass of wine tonight - only after I over compensate by serving children mountainous plate of food for dinner.

Time for Wine?

I think so.