Ahh Sports Day. My least favourite day of the school calendar by far.
I was the little girl who always developed a belly ache on Sports Day. I used to absolutely dread it. I was the one who came last in everything. Could never keep my egg on my spoon and used to get terribly tangled up in the bottom of a very itchy sack back when the sack race used actually sacks. I am that old. The thought of the whole school AND their parents laughing at just how useless I was has scarred me for life. Well, maybe not. But you get the picture.
I’m just eternally thankful that my children have all been the complete opposite of my bumbling self and have all mostly loved sports day so far. Now I just have to endure the pain of going to watch it. And I’m sorry but it is a pain. I could watch my own children run up and down a field with a beanbag balanced on their head all day long but other people’s children really do not interest me enough to make me want to watch hours and hours of this if I’m being totally honest. And it does go on for hours and hours..
Now of course sports day fills me with a whole new dread.
The Mummy’s Race *heart sinks*
There are the mummies who clearly train all year round for this thing, come dressed in trainers and they all but start limbering up at the starting post. Then there are the sneaky mummies who pretend not to want to do it but one call over the megaphone and they whip off their ballet pumps and change into their trainers that just happen to be in the bottom of their Mulberry Alexa quicker than Superman in a phonebox. Then there are the mummies who do it for fun. Yes the fun of it! And they are usually bare footed and laughing as they trail over the finishing line last.
Then there is me. And I’m not alone. I’m the one who comes unsuitably dressed and accessorised with a screaming baby attached to my hip. There is no way that I can join in of course. Not in these heels. And the poor baby, look how she is crying? I can’t possibly take part. Although my baby is getting a bit too big to help me out with this trick to be fair. I did consider giving her a nip (I’m joking I promise!) but I decided to faff around with reapplying her suncream instead. This was actually a stroke of genius as she squawked and squirmed away and by the time that I looked back up, the mummies were off! Such a shame. *cough*
But of course, come next year I am going to have to come up with a whole new plan as my baby will in fact be having a sports day of her own. Would having another baby be an extreme avoidance tactic do you think..? *ponders*