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Adventures in school run: At the last minute
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Between two white lines
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Adventures in school run

Adventures in school run: At the last minute

Good morning…let the stress begin… Enter the jaws of hell that is school run… The mad dash of crazy that has to be condensed into 10 minutes of sheer hell… Some downright brutal descriptions of that mundane activity parents/guardians engage in on school days. I’m in that camp as well (not the extreme descriptions) and think those 10 minutes can be as unpredictable as a Nigerian politician. Here are my stories.       The familiar scraping sound of metal sliding on a hinge greeted me as I flew through the front door, hands laden with my morning paraphernalia – a handbag, a laptop bag, high heeled shoes and my cell on speaker, blaring the news analysis. Somehow, I managed to secure the front door’s lock and join the bickering twosome by the car. “It’s my turn,” declared T, firmly, screwing up her face to match her tone. “No, it’s mine!” shouted her little brother, Pumpkin, rather rudely. “Enough!” I interjected as I cascaded my bundle onto the passenger’s seat before turning my full attention to them. It was a miracle the door was still functioning and in perfect shape. This exact drama played out every morning before we left the house – whose turn it was to open or shut the only door of the car which slides. This coming on the heels of their excitement over the car when it arrived some months back; it was a spacious, elevated machine akin to a moving house. Think trailer. Or room and parlour, as a friend referred to it. And I thought the situation had been resolved. Hadn’t we all come to an agreement, a mere three days ago, that one person would open the door and the other would see it shut? Of course, in their wonderful children mentality, everything goes awry in the absence of an adult. When the cat is away, the mice come out to play and scream. “Both of you get in.” I commanded crisply. “Backs on the chairs and seatbelts. I’ll close the door!” So much for instructing them to get settled in five”more

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Between two white lines

  A car is parked by the curbside. Another is idling right next to it, creating a rather narrow path way for other road users. In turn, this arrangement gives rise to building traffic as cars are constrained to slow their pace at this point and carefully negotiate no scratches on their cars while tooting their horns in disgust – parents on the school run route during rush hours. The lady  behind the chaotic car is impervious to the loud and incessant  honking behind her; she awaits her ward who is buying a snack or two from one of the shops close to the school. A parking ticket strictly for parents’ parking infractions would be an idea whose time has come.  A Sienna, a rather long vehicle, kicks its engine to life in its parked spot. A CR4, searching for a space, notices the lights, and edges closer. The Sienna begins to back out but is unable to execute the move completely. The CR4 has left insufficient manoeuvring room for it to do so. Sienna toots once, twice but the CR4 doesn’t budge. Sienna driver alights and confronts CR4 driver, behind whose car a line of impatient waiting cars have formed.  Though this scenario is commonplace, especially in the afternoons, there’s no getting used to queuing under the blaze of the Sun.  ‘They don’t want to move back!’ Protests the CR4 female driver, gesturing behind to indicate her predicament. Sienna driver is totally confounded. This lady must have bungled mathematics at school.  If not she would have figured out the wide berth needed for a car this length to reverse out completely, evacuate the spot and allow her take its place. Sienna driver returns to her car, parks it again and kills the engine. They say guns don’t kill people; people with guns do. Subsequently, cars don’t park incorrectly; people behind the wheels of cars do.  By one of the school’s gates are at least three parking spots. One fine morning, a genius of a parent  has somehow managed to occupy two of them by positioning an automobile haphazardly and diagonally,”more

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Adventures in school run

Another academic year came to an end last week. I’m not sure if I should be relieved or upset. Would I miss the daily movement that is school run, as well as everything else surrounding it? While it’s not a chore I dislike, I certainly do not eagerly look forward to carrying it out either.  The morning ride fits right into my schedule of early rising and workout routine. In fact, before I started driving the children to school, the return trip was a form of exercise; a brisk 15 – 20 minute walk. Not anymore though. Shaun T. has replaced that with a more , vigorous, all – encompassing one. I suppose I’m pondering about this at this particular time because looming ahead is, at least , an eight-week hiatus from daily mornings and afternoons school runs. The long holidays are here again , and the children are understandably ecstatic. School has suddenly become a distant memory until whenever. Nevertheless, the school run routine will always constitute part of the school year. This was no different, bringing adventures and fun along.           Too many screens, not enough time With all the screens available to children these days, I believe riding in a car should entail observing the passing scenery and learning about life. But no, my beau just had to install one more screen in my car and filled it with educational programs and games. For the period it caught the children’s fancy, I realized I had to upgrade my multitasking skills. Driving and yelling at them to play it in turns for how ever many minutes I allotted each child was certainly not one of my strong points. Boy, was I relieved when the battery of the control ran out. Not replacing it any time soon, and that screen always obstructed my rear view of the road, anyway. So girl, bye! The alternative? An audio CD of the story of the little mermaids (and other stories) that has won the hearts of both of them – they are repeating the words with the narrator”more

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