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Andrea Mara

On the 95th of September

We’re half-way through. It’s a bit soon for jumping to conclusions, and I’m tempting fate by writing this, and it’s all going to fall apart this week just because I wrote this down. But then again, if I don’t stop and acknowledge that it’s happening, I might never believe that it

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Septembering Again

It’s half past two. One child keeps dawdling behind (then running ahead) while another is sad because something happened at school but she’ll tell me at home, and the third is annoyed because I keep interrupting what she’s telling me – to find the one who’s dawdling behind (or running ahead). It’s three

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Fixing the morning I broke

Do you ever have mornings where everything goes wrong? Where you come downstairs and last night’s saucepan is still on the hob and it’s not anyone’s fault because we were all out late at different events and activities, but still, it’s irritating? And the kids are late getting up and

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The Mothership Returns

“How was your summer and how does she like the new teacher and how is he settling back in?” The voices change but the questions are the same. “They’re tired this week, I’m tired this week, how is it only Monday?” Stopping at the corner for a conversation worth an hour

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Homework, Day 1

“It’s not fair, everyone in the class got lovely new books and I got one with scribbles all over it.” “It’s not fair, we all got moved around and we were allowed to be with our friends, but I was too shy to ask.” “It’s not fair I have to colour

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Septembering

Well. That was a long week. Somehow back to school has been more challenging than ever – I suppose logically that’s how it goes – more kids in school, and more homework because everyone has moved up a class. But I don’t think I realised that having three in school

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I. Just. Can’t.

Three kids. Two locations. Two drop-off times. Three pick-up times. I do the math. Over and over. It’s nine separate car journeys a day. Forty-five car journeys a week. I am broken. We’re only two weeks into the school-year and my new work from home life, and I am broken.

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