We moved recently, a small distance compared to many of our previous moves. I had to go and collect school work and and a report from our old school. With young breastfed twins, timing is everything. Feed change, get in the car and hit the freeway. The plan was to duck into school quickly, grab what was needed, then head to the shops, duck into the parents room, feed, change, and get on our way again.
Except it doesn’t happen like that. Does anything go to plan when you’ve got a baby (or two)?
The school office didn’t know where the report and schoolwork was, the teacher couldn’t be found, and there were lots of staff wanting a chat. The schoolwork and report were found (in the office), the teacher located (well sort of, she was off sick) and we were on our way.
We ducked into the shops, the boys got fed, changed and I’d just put them in the car when an old teacher of Dylan’s walked past, and stopped. She came back for a chat. As much as I wanted to get going to avoid overtired, screamy babies, I stopped to talk. She had moved north 12 months ago, and she wanted to know how things were.
And then things got weird. When I commented on her new hair colour, she gave me a funny look. She knew about our recent move, and about Harry and Zach, and even wanted a look. I was trying to figure out how she knew all these things. And then she asked if I’d managed to see the Child Health Nurse where we are now living.
It finally clicked. She wasn’t a teacher, she was our old Child Health Nurse, who the boys and I had only seen 4 weeks earlier. Someone weed seen numerous times in the boys’ short life.
Clearly I need more sleep, and more coffee.