By Wednesday of this week I had realized I was not going to win the mother of the year award.
The Mystery bag involves bringing something from home, it remains a secret in the bag while the other children in the class try and guess what it is from the clues you provide. There would be no mystery bag today- and it would be my fault.
“It’s Wednesday Mum – do you have 10 riyals”said a voice from the back seat.
Cue the sound of crickets. I blinked and kept staring ahead while thinking of my empty wallet.
“I’ve got money” sighed an exasperated Second Little Traveller “I’ll cover it this week.
“Where are you getting all of the money from?”
“It’s my tooth fairy money, remember when she forgot to come but then came the next week”
Bang bang – 2 more shots of mothers guilt.
As I dropped them at the gate we had our usual strategic afternoon discussion. I feel like Churchill hunched over a map while we co-ordinate someone being collected at gate 5 at 3 o’clock, some else will be there at 4, some one else will need to be at gate 10. I notice a homework folder sticking out from under the seat on the floor of car and tuck it into its owners backpack.
“Thanks Mummy – you’re a lifesaver” says the Third Traveller.
As the First Little Traveller departs the car I call out “Is this the pencil case you HAD to have today?” As I wave it in my hand, she blushes and mumbles “Thanks Mum” with a half smile.
A couple of minor wins amongst a few soon to be forgotten failures. It’s a mixed bag. A mystery bag.
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