Those of you avidly following my blog (a girl can dream, right) will have read my original post last week, The School Run. The earlier part of the school run is stressful enough, but unfortunately it's not over when I get my children out of my front door. There is still more pain, more hideousness to the rest of the school drop off mission.
Once out in the street I am at the mercy of my poor social Read More. The School Run – Part Two
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Those of you avidly following my blog (a girl can dream, right) will have read my original post last week, The School Run. The earlier part of the school run is stressful enough, but unfortunately it's not over when I get my children out of my front door. There is still more pain, more hideousness to the rest of the school drop off mission.
Once out in the street I am at the mercy of my poor social Read More. 
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 
As far as I know Super Kid generally behaves well at school. At parents evenings his teachers always give me glowing reports. He is doing well academically, listens well, doesn't misbehave and has plenty of friends. However last week Super Kid did something which tarnished his record behaviour.
I arrived to pick up Super Kid at the end of school as usual. I was actually in a rush, having arranged