Holy moly and cotton picking fisty cuffs.
I went to pick up Belles uniform this avvo (after it being embroidered and fitted correctly) and I had to queue to pick up pre paid goods.
You should have seen the queues.
Out the door and up the street.
And the queue inside was just as long (its a biiiiiiig shop)
It was like a bun fight.
Im not kidding.
Ive never felt so much oestrogen eminating from last-minute.com mothers who thought they could buy their kids uniforms a DAY before they go back to school (??? - bonkers).
Like I say, I went to pick up previously planned and paid for uniform and still had to wait in line.
I was mad with fury myself but kept all oestrogen and anger levels at bay.
To keep me company I had my Belle with me and we chatted about the coming week.
But above our quiet chat were women screaming "I aint waiting in line just for uniform".
So it looks like some kids will be going to school in the nake-o.
Id like to be able to admit that I am smug in the knowledge that I pre-planned but honestly, if I knew that picking it up today was worse than a slanging match on Jerry Springer - Id be sending belle to school in the nake-o too. Jerry, Jerry, Jerry (are the people on there actors, surely they cant be real? Example: Someones Mum ran away with the husband of her 4th cousins best friends great grandmother and is pregnant by the milkmans dog).
Apparently the school uniform shop has been like that all day and will continue to be so until 8pm tonight.
The woman in the shop had a bit of a soft spot for Belle and went to collect her uniform from the back. She was quite apologetic, which was worth the wait.
Im a fan of manners myself.
They brought out her Blazer and my eyes welled up.
Its so tiny.
I couldnt wait to get home to try it on her but as the "quick" trip out turned out to be hell on earth, I got stuck in a traffic jam in the car park with hundreds of parents cramming their last minute uniform shopping in (uniform they were unlikely to get, they had so little left on the shop floor)
So I dumped and got out of the car and walked to the craft shop (quite near by) just to alleviate the pressure. This craft shop sells almost every colour bazzill in the world but I rarely visit it as its quite a trek to get there. So I piled it high in hope that the bun fight would have died down.
NOPE, I was wrong.
Don't be suprised if you hear of murder in Wigan today as some hormonal mother wraps a school tie around the shop assistants neck.
So anyway, we come home through rush hour (in the heat. Heat? Heat? All summer it rams it down with rain and the only time Im stuck in a car, the sun decides to peek its golden head from behind the grey and shine its 1 million degrees baking nightmare on my non-air conditioned car).
You may appreciate that Im feeling a little ragged (no, effed) off.
But to sweeten the blow, here are some pictures of belle in her new unif.
I took them tonight becuase come tomorrow Ill be running around like a headless chicken making sure she is prepared and double prepared.
And she aint one bit bothered abou tthis massive transition in her life.
But I am.
Cuz I am a momma and thats my job.
Isnt she a lil beauty?