My original Feral Child, FC#1, has his first day at school next week. Determined not to start his/our first ever school year term as a totally incompetent, useless, disorganised Beta Mummy, I have taken steps to shuffle at least a little way along the Alpha/Beta Mummy Spectrum.
- I bought myself a new diary, and wrote the term dates in it (you’re impressed, right?)
- I sorted out the massive bag of hand-me-down school uniform I was given (ok, an actual Alpha Mummy would buy new).
- I named all the uniform! (I know, I know – I needed a sit down and a glass of wine, too, to recover from the shock).
You know how it’s gonna go though, the first day…
Alpha Mummy’s child looks like a model from the John Lewis uniform catalogue.
Beta Mummy’s child looks like a street urchin who has stolen some clothes off a washing line.
I may be a Beta Mummy but I am determined that FC#1 will look vaguely presentable for his first day at school… Or at least the first hour. At least I need to get the obligatory photo at the school gate. Surely he can look smart until then?!