Reasons I hate the school run featuredBefore I start I should probably point out that I donโ€™t actually do the whole school run: Misery Guts does the morning trip on his way to work and I do the afternoon one. But even so I hate it. And weโ€™re only three months in to a journey thatโ€™s going to take place every week day during term time for the next 12 years. Or 15 years if you take Little B into account.

The main problem is the journey: Iโ€™m on foot and the school is only partially on a bus route so itโ€™s a 90-minute round trip from door to door. But there are other reasons I hate the school run too:

1. It cuts the afternoon in half. Why do schools finish at 3pm? 4pm or later would be so much better, especially for working parents. I leave at around 2pm and we get back at about 3.45. Thatโ€™s more than an hour and a half spent collecting. Itโ€™s often 4pm before Iโ€™m able to sit down at my computer and able to work, except Iโ€™ve then got both kids to entertain too.

2. It puts everyone in a bad mood. Parents honking their horns in a bid to get as close to the school gates as possible, mums on foot dragging pre-schoolers who donโ€™t want to walk behind them and the ones who are always late. Every day I see the same mum sprinting up the hill with a look of alarm on her face as Iโ€™m walking back down having already collected BB. Why doesnโ€™t she just leave 5 minutes earlier? Probably because of number one.

3. It involves packing a picnic. Ok that might be a slight exaggeration, but when BB comes out of the classroom the first thing she asks for is a snack. All her classmates do โ€“ thereโ€™s a chorus of โ€˜what can I have to eat?โ€™ โ€˜Iโ€™m hungryโ€™ and โ€˜what did you bring for my snack?โ€™ It makes me question the portion sizes at lunch. The food produced from handbags at our school gate amounts to a veritable feast and some days I feel like Iโ€™m laying on a constant buffet between the school run and bed time.

4. I hate the journey there. The first part is flat but after that itโ€™s a steady gradient up a steep hill. I know this is probably good for my bum but when youโ€™re pushing an increasingly heavy toddler in a pushchair up it and then the increasingly heavy toddler and an increasingly heavy four-year-old on a buggy board down it enjoyable isnโ€™t the word. Add to that the torrential rain and howling wind weโ€™ve been having lately and Iโ€™ve found myself actually dreading the trip.

Of course BB loves it. I should take a leaf out of her book. The walk home is like a mini adventure for her โ€“ weโ€™ve spotted ladybirds, collected conkers, smelt flowers and thereโ€™s a big stick she found one day about a month ago and โ€˜hidโ€™ by a tree which she looks out for every day.

Despite that Iโ€™ve been entering those competitions ITV run in daytime to win a car. You know the sort, where you get a brand new shiny 4×4 and lots of cash. Even though a 4×4 isnโ€™t me at all, and if I were to win a 4×4ย the best course of action would be to sell it.

Am I alone in hating the school run (even though I actually only do half of it)? Or do you love it?

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