8.30 am and I realise that I've got a whole ten minutes to lavish upon my actual self and so I decide to attempt eye makeup (I know, right? For the school run!).
Why is it that when I try to behave like a normal person, a child always appears to ask me something/whinge/need help etc etc?
So off I go to do whatever it is I've been asked to help with (in today's case, breaking up another argument between the twins - although it wasn't that, they were playing. It just sounded like they were trying to kill each other).
We get ready, nearly out of the door...
Then I see myself in the mirror.
Yeah, didn't quite finish off the eye make up.
This begs the following questions:
Why did none of the kids tell me I was about to leave the house like this?
Didn't they think I looked a bit odd?
Do they even look at my face any more?
Next week, how the school run is crap (quite literally).