Back to school

Today is the last day of the school holidays. To make it a fun day, The Old Man and I decided to take the kids out for a final treat to a local outdoor adventure activities centre. Great time had by all and we all came home in high spirits.

So, when I suggested that we really ought to get things ready for 'Back to School' I was met with disgruntled stares and much shrugging of shoulders and everyone disappeared quicker than you could say "free ice cream". Why is it that I end up having to organise everything for everyone? OK, perhaps I should have been a little more together earlier in the summer break, but how come I ended up spending the best part of two hours labelling uniforms, checking PE kit, packing school bags and preparing lunch boxes? I tell you why - because no other bugger in this house can be bothered to!

'Ah', I hear you say, Dear Reader, 'why not leave them to do it all themselves in the morning?' Because I really don't think my stress levels could cope with the apocalyptic chaos that would ensue from letting two children and one husband sort their own stuff out by themselves. I can just hear it now - "Mum, where's my..." / "Hun, have you seen my..."

Really, I'm better off just doing it myself!