Tuesday was almost a Bridget Jones episode for my children. What I mean is remember in Bridget Jones Diary where her rival invites her to a christmas party, tells her it's fancy dress. So Bridget arrives dressed as a cocktail bunny? Much to her surprise and temporary embarrassment nobody else is in fancy dress, but to her credit she carries on as if that is always what she wears to cocktail parties.
Well it wasn't that bad for my children.
You see I woke very happy Tuesday, I was organised I was smiling albeit slightly tired from a warm sleep in my bed, but I knew the children had Footy Pie day at school. It was Tuesday, we'd pay a week earlier for the pies and I'd been talking it up for a day or so.
Now this is a regular occurence at school each year and it coincides with the AFL Football Finals, which (obviously) are currently being played.
Slowly the children wake up and I start talking up getting dressed up in their footy gear, I remind them they get a lunch order (pies, cake & drink) and let's go guys. We don't want to be late.
My munchkins are happy to jump out of bed and get dressed at the mere mention of "Footy-Pie" day which makes things a lot easier for me. Oh and also the bunks were being delivered on this day so another added bonus.
Chatting away in the car we arrive at school with at least 5 minutes before the bell. Miss 9 is the first to comment,
"Mum," she asks, "why isn't anybody else in football gear?"
"Oh not everybody likes to dress up," I reply covering the question well, I thought.
"But Mum, I can't see anybody at all in football colours."
Again I look around and search the school yard which is just across the road from where I was currently parked. "Hmmmm," I start to think. "Hmmm," I say out loud.
A few other parents walk towards us with their children, by this time Miss 9 and I had stopped moving. I was searching far and wide to locate one, just one other person in football colours. But I couldn't find a child anywhere in anything other than school uniform.
"Get back in the car," I suggest softly. Miss 9 was mortified. Master 6 couldn't care less, he is always dressing in costumes, and for him to be in footy clothes was just him dressing up as a footballer.
"I am so embarrassed," MIss 9 says cowering down behind my seat.
"Nobody saw you," I say, as I await Master 6 fastening his seat belt.
"I can't go back Mum, I just can't," Miss 9 continues on.
"We are going home, you are getting changed and I'll make you some lunch to take. You will be fine."
"I am not going back," she repeats defiantly.
"Yes you are," I saw in my Mummy tone that says this is the final word.
Anyway I race home at the speed of light, usher the children inside, quickly whip up a Vegemite sandwhich and a Jam Sandwich. Usher the kids back out the door and drop them at the gate just as the second bell has gone.
Of course being the facebook addict I am I post my "mistake" on my status. Suddenly I didn't feel so bad!!!!! I had five mums from our school asking me when it was. Suggesting I did well since they usually forget. Suggesting that I am super organised to have it all ready a week early!
Oh dear!!
And yes Miss 9 has forgiven me, on the proviso that I don't tell another soul.
So friends and fellow bloggers .. keep this under your hat wont you 
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