One minute I have an hour, so I dawdle a little. I check twitter, I leisurely make packed lunches and I stare out of my kitchen window (which looks onto a busy street) and people watch. Suddenly I don't have an hour, I have seconds, and my children are not ready to leave the house. "Time for school" I shout, desperately optimistic that this will be the morning that they dash down the stairs, put Read More.