Maternal mortification

Wednesday, 24 June 2009

My to-do list looked well odd today, "use rickety ladder to get magnetic monkey down from boys' lampshade and pick up half eaten bag of liquorice toffees," to deliver to YS at sports day.

Having belted it along from work on my wee bike, I was famished and so sat on the sidelines guzzling smoothie, and looking suitably perky when people clapped the kids. I seldom know what and when to shout out at sporting events, but generally find it helps when I don't become too absorbed in a magazine.

YS had managed to lose his sun hat on the way to the park, so clearly I was doing him a favour by forcing him to wear my big violet floppy cap. This set off a tremour of teasing from his classmates, "you look like a girl," they said. Unfortunately, the teacher only caught the tail end when he told them all to shut up and got sent to sit at the side for being rude. Oh dear, I was only trying to help. Clearly it was also a lucky hat though as he won the egg and spoon race whilst wearing it.

by Hullaballoo

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