“No one ever said it would be so hard….”

And so here we are, almost halfway through this first term of School and already I’m feeling the pressures of Motherhood as this new ‘role’ reaches new heights…

I have a dilemma. Not anywhere near as awful as I have experienced in the past, but enough to keep me on my toes none the less. What could be so troublesome I hear you ask… Well, I have a new job! I know! Exciting! Yes, very exciting, the perfect role for me too – a chance to share my ‘Baby Consultancy’ expertise with the general public, a step on the ladder to opening up a whole new life for us all. A role within the NHS, a truly magnificent corporation in my mind. Yes they have their share of bad press, but then, you can’t please all of the people all of the time can you? I, personally, think the NHS is a brilliant ‘trust’ that we, here on our tiny island, would be lost without! (not to mention completely broke!!)

Over the past two years I have spent a lot of time with NHS professionals and I must say, I take my hat off to the lot of them! Without them I’m not sure quite where this particular family would be…

Anyway, I digress (I’m good at that, you’ll come to understand this of me in good time!) the reason for my dilemma..?

This new job requires a meeting, which has been arranged for this Friday at 10.30am. I have arranged care of my darling Boy (with my wonderful and ever accommodating Mother – who else would I leave him with?!) and am all set with the relevant paperwork to get myself registered, checked and ID’d for the start of my new role. But. Here it is…

My Daughter’s Harvest Festival Assembly is the very same morning…! I know! How very typical of me to do this!!! And what, I ask of you, do I do?

I have two options:

1. I attend the meeting, missing said assembly (at which my Daughter is performing a song and a poem, both of which she recited beautifully for us this evening!) and risking upsetting my lovely, innocent girl…

2. I call to rearrange the meeting, therefore attending said assembly but running the risk of looking ever so slightly unprofessional before I’ve even begun..!

It has to be said, the song and poem are to be sung/recited along with the rest of the class, and in no way individual performances by my Daughter. I also attended last year’s Harvest Festival (having supplied the most impressive box full of home grown produce for auction – proceeds going to charity and not the school!) and, though lovely, it did drag on a little and I am beginning to wonder if my Son (seven months!) will even sit through this performance..? Oh what oh what do I do?? (Just for the record, she is up in her room as we speak, singing her lovely song in preparation of the ‘Big Day’… Oh yes, and she has said in no uncertain terms that she really really wants me to come to the assembly and that if I don’t make it to this one then it might just be “closed” afterwards!

The guilt!!!! Why don’t they prepare you for this at the Antenatal classes instead of stupid breathing exercises which you forget to do anyway ‘cos you’re in so much flipping pain it’s all you can do to just ‘breathe’ in the first place?!!!

And so it is, the first situation of ‘Family V’s Job’ that I find myself in… The first of many I’m certain. Quite possibly unavoidable had I had the Assembly written on the calendar in the first place!

Lesson to a ‘Busy Mum’ No.1. ALWAYS write EVERYTHING down as soon as I receive the info!!!

I shall sleep on it, quite possibly resulting in not very much sleep at all, but then this is something I have become quite used to since becoming a Mother – if it’s not the children keeping us Mum’s awake, it’s the guilt and worry that we’re doing everything as well as we can be, bringing our children up to be the best they possibly can be, the happiest they can be and, the most prepared for every eventuality they possibly can be! I guess I’ll be making a note of this particular lesson in order to pass it on to my Daughter the day she calls me to inform me that I am a Grandmother and she is the happiest she has ever been – for that is just the beginning is it not…

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