6 in a row.

This morning at the "Feck me, it's early" hour the family von auntiegwen got up and dropped the Beautiful Baby Daughter off at school for a school skiing trip to Switzerland. This is the 6th year in a row I have entrusted Mr Watson (who we all heart) with one of my beloved offspring, EBD had 2 skiing tips in 2005 and 2006, TBS had 3 snowboarding trips in 2007, 2008 and 2009. This year only BBD remains at that school so this year it's her turn. I don't even want to think of the skiing maths (if I didn't have to fork out for 6 school skiing trips I could have bought) as I know I could have bought a new car with it. But school trips have certainly come on since my day, when we had a day trip to Culzean Castle, bring your own packed lunch to eat by the time the coach has left the playground and a quid for the gift shop, sorry should have put a middle aged woman rant alert in for you there.

So, at the crack of sparrows we are all in the car and the ex mr auntiegwen asks BBD if she has everything, he goes down the "passport, tickets, money" route, BBD answers in a hugely sarcastic fashion that of course being a school trip the passports and health cards have to be handed in at least a week before because people are too stupid to remember them all by their own selves.

He then asks about ipod, DS, phone plus chargers. Then a huge shriek from the back alerts us that "Little Miss Organised and I don't need any help thank you very much, I'm not retarded like the rest of them" has indeed left her mobile at home, so we turn around and go back for the phone.

Now to let you into a little background, I like to be early for stuff like this, if I have a plane to catch I will be one of those people who will turn up 3 hours before we leave, when the school trip letter says be at school at 6.30 am I will be there at 6.15am, the ex mr auntiegwen not so much, he has missed several planes and was actually late for his grannies funeral, truly I was mortified. He is of the opinion that if they say 6.30am then it's perfectly acceptable to be there at 6.30 ish. As we're going in his car, we're going on his time frame also.

So, we arrive at the school just 5 minutes late but there is nowhere to park as all the early parents have got the spaces. He drops me and the children off and goes to park. My friend Susan is there already, I love Susan, muchly, even though she is a Daily Mail reader and owns a selection of Per Una cardies, I know I will grow up to be Susan. Em is waiting on the coach for BBD having secured a good seat (Em belongs to Susan, the girls are good mates and very similar in the way Susan and I are)

I say to Susan how annoyed I was at being the last parent there (she gets the not being late thing) usually Susan and I will be there together tut tutting at the unorganised mummies, we're good at raised eyebrows too. I explain about the forgotten phone and she assures me that she was en route when they realised Em didn't have her ski jacket.

Another shreik from BBD, jacket at home on her bedroom floor.

Phone ex mr ag, get him to bring car back and again back home to collect jacket and back to school.

Coach is waiting for us, last disorganised parents, I have to do the Bad Mummy slink of shame onto coach to hand over jacket and receive the slow applause.

6 years in a row, you'd think I'd be getting the hang of it by now.