MotherSoup

Just listen to that rain… again. After yesteday’s school-run deluge, I can’t believe that we have to repeat the whole silly process this morning.

Get up, get naked, get soaking wet (in the shower), get dressed, go to school in the pouring rain, get soaking wet again, come home, get naked, get dry, get dressed again. Then repeat at least part of the procedure at home time.

There’s no alternative when you’re a mum with littlies. You try holding an umbrella and pushing a buggy. Doesn’t work. And no - all those Dragons’ Den style contraptions for holding brollies don’t work either. Or cope with a hood when you’re holding the hands of one or more children. If your hood blows down when you’re crossing the road, there’s nothing you can do but get wet.

And a special, big thanks to those people whose cars surge through the puddles along the school route and douse those of us with kiddies and who can’t jump out of the way. They’re usually parents coming away from their own drop-offs - nice one. But taking the car isn’t going to work for us - strapping kids in and getting them out is a fine opportunity to get even wetter…

Oh, and an extra high-five to the Council, whose combination of kerbs, gutters and irritable grids could make the school run into an Olympic sport…

The only alternative I can think of is to miss the clothing stage out altogether. I’ve never felt an attraction to Naturism, but maybe it’s the solution. Do the school-run naked, then jump straight into the shower when I get home! Anything which cuts down on the laundry has to be appealing.

Might make those cars slow down a bit as well…