Friday 4 July 2008

Mad mum on the run...

Look! There she is again! The strange woman running down Whitehall in her silver ballet pumps, high heels and homework spilling out of one bag, the other aerodynamically tucked under her arm. Silver too, just for detail.

Trying hard not to trip over paving stones or tourists, get run-over by enthusiastic cyclists and ministerial convoys, or lose my sunglasses, I try and maintain a steady jog. Big Ben comes into sight but damn, it's already nearly 5pm.

I repeat in my mind my aerobic instructor's mantra, "it's your body, work it", as I pick up speed, appear in another tourist's skewed photo of Parliament, and knock into a free London paper man.

Running down escalators one side, then up again the next, the jog is back on as I wish myself nearer platform 16. Barely pausing to look where the train is going I stagger on, willing the doors shut and a sudden tgv speed to take hold.

My mantra now is "east dulwich, east dulwich, east dulwich, come ONNNNN!" (Also part of my aerobic instructor's motivational word pot).

From train to bus, then back on the run, I hardly notice the hail and thunder as I stumble down my destination road - on the last leg now, not quite 6pm, pant, pant, thud, thud...and I'm there.

A cool, calm and collected large man with a larger umbrella arrives just behind me, "I'm really quite wet" he says, looking very dry to me. "I'm...just....glad....to have...made it" I gasp; I look down and realise I'm actually dripping now. Rain? Sweat? Blood and tears??

The door opens and there she is - my little snotty jewel. Hellloooo Iris!! "Hallo" she says back, waving and crying at the same time. The nursery staff try and convince me she's settling in now, and even enjoyed her spaghetti hoops and sand play today. Iris and I back out into the rain, shaking and nodding our heads respectively...

5 comments:

Elsie Button said...

Great to hear from you again! my oh my you are an athletic lady! - and little Iris - i bet she loves nursery, when you are not looking - honestly!

New Mum in Town said...

Hi Elsie - it's been ages hasn't it, don't know where the time goes (well, I do!). Hope you're right about the nursery - I guess I feel like that about work but then there are still good bits in the day...

Unknown said...

The number of times I've made that mad dash to nursery, hair all over the place, finding it hard to breath and all I've been greeted with is "mummy you're late. you normally come before Joshua's daddy, but he's already gone"

Anonymous said...

And sometimes you're the last parent to get there to find a forlorn little soul sitting and drawing on her own... and her face explodes into a grin when she sees you.
My daughter often used to do the clinging onto my leg and shrieking thing when I left her at nursery.
If her Dad took her she'd smile and wave goodbye.

Tim Atkinson said...

Sally used to swung from wanting desperately to get there in a morning and wishing I'd come later in the afernoon to collect her, to not wanting to go at all. But most of the time she was simply 'alright' about it, a bit like me and work!