A panic last night as The Girl suddenly announced she had to ‘dress up for school’. I was struggling to get her out of the bath at the time, and said ‘mmm’ in that awful way you do when you’re not really paying attention and are not thinking that one day your child will grow up to be one of those insufferable people who Never Stop Talking, because they weren’t listened to as a child. But as I was drying her, she repeated that she had to ‘dress up’. So I rang a proper mother, one who actually reads the school newsletter and turns up with homemade chutney to the School Fayre instead of a bought jar with the label steamed off. “Oh yes, the children have to go dressed as a book character” she told me.” Fuck.
I ran through The Girl’s wardrobe. There was a Chinese costume her dad had brought back from Hong Kong. “How about you going as Chairman Mao?” “NO!” Come to think of it, was there a book called Chairman Mao? Probably. But The Girl seemed curiously unwilling to dress up as a communist dictator. Tch! After a long series of rejections, she finally settled on Lola from the Charlie and Lola books. All I had to do was part her hair in the middle and stick in two clips and put her in a dress. Phew!
And now I’m up to my eyes in making jellies and cakes for her party tomorrow. A Princess Party. Our house will be swarming with sixteen sugar crazed little girls. Wish me luck . . . . .