Planes, Trains and Accommodating Headmasters

Being the person responsible for organising our family has become increasingly challenging since our nanny left us, something this week only exemplifies



As you may well know from my previous blogs, we are currently experiencing life without childcare. It involves a delicate balance of organisation, cooperation and above all patience. None of which my husband possesses.

School drop off

A few weeks ago, we faced a very interesting dilemma.

Quite late on Monday night, I asked my husband if he knew what the boys needed to take to school the next day. "Why do I need to know that?" came his reply.

With my blood pressure rising already, I replied "Because you're dropping them off as I've got to be in London for 9am. Remember we discussed this some weeks ago?"

"No, I don't remember," came back the reply. "And I can't drop them off as I'm flying to Germany in the morning."

Accommodating Headmaster

The upshot was that our poor boys were dropped off at 6.45am, half asleep, at their headmaster's office, as he was the only person in that early. I didn't have time to dwell on how awful that was for everyone concerned, as I had to dash to the train station. Only to discover that the trains were on strike.

It was not a good day. Except for my husband, who said he had a wonderful time in Germany.

Controlling the household calendar

I imagine I'm no different to most wives.

It falls on me to organise the household calendar, no matter how many other jobs I have to do in the house. Is it because I'm a natural multitasker, or is it, as my husband believes, that I like to be in control? I think a bit of both.

Recently I decided to try and relinquish some of that control, and I asked my husband to be in charge of the boys' match schedules.

He seemed up for the challenge, and recorded all of the matches in his diary. I'm not sure how it went wrong, but by the end of the second week, the boys had missed 2 out of 3 cricket matches, and had sacked their Dad as their manager.

Driven by diaries

It made me realise how much we rely on diaries and calendars and schedules.

I use a handwritten diary as I've never liked electronic ones. It looks like a 2 year old has scribbled in it. It has lists, and reminders, and appointments, and birthdays, and school events, and business meetings. No-one else has ever been able to decipher it but I know precisely who is doing what at any one time.

But imagine what would happen if I lost it? It wouldn't be the end of the world, but there would be a few more early morning drop offs to the headmaster.

Amanda Coxen, Working Mum and Tinies Director

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