Make packed lunch for only child who refuses school dinners.
Retrieve dusty Beaver uniforms from bottom of wardrobe.
Tidy house in anticipation of cleaner’s weekly visit.
Empty shed in search for bike lock for ill-prepared 11 year old who wants to cycle to school.
Load toddler, dog and kids who aren’t cycling into car.
Sit in traffic jam imaging 11 year old has been involved in horrific accident.
Rush kids into playground and check 11 year old survived journey to school – he did.
Drive toddler to nursery.
Leave toddler crying at nursery.
Take dog for walk in quagmire-like park.
Try to discourage muddy stream dipping.
Load filthy dog into recently cleaned car.
Drive home and unload filthy dog into recently cleaned kitchen.
Straighten wind dried hair (no time for make-up).
Leave dog whimpering at home and walk/jog to train station.
Metros all gone.
Squeeze onto overcrowded, smelly tube train.
Arrive at tube stop to discover lift out of service.
Climb a gazillion steps.
Shovel in chicken sandwich, reply to texts and check emails on walk to work.
Spend afternoon in prison/work.
Walk/jog back to tube station texting 11 year old to check he survived cycle ride home – he did.
Buy medium skinny chai tea latte from Costa.
Feel happy ☺️
Squeeze back onto tube. Tube delays. Miss train connection.
Wrestle on to next train home.
Get into now filthy car.
Drive to nursery to collect toddler.
Drive to childminder to collect kids who didn’t cycle.
Cook fish fingers and chips for tea.
Abandon bath time.
Use TV to pacify children before bed time.
Wait for Tesco food delivery.
Get phonecall from Tesco saying food delivery delayed.
Eventually unpack Tesco delivery to discover I accidentally ordered £9 worth of cheese strings.
Write blog entry owing to superstition that missing #day13 will lead to #100unhappydays.