I don’t even like my own kids today, so not sure why I agreed.
I offered to assist on a school excursion, which was pretty much a walk around the neighbourhood, spotting land marks and answering questions on a piece of paper handed out just before we left the school.
Chippie in tow – screaming his head off coz he wanted to sleep and the only way he can sleep of late is if he screams his head off in the process and eventually submits to the land of nod. No screaming of head off = no sleep.
He eventually went off and the teacher (a substitute, not the usual one as she managed to wangle her way out of it by ringing in with a “sick kid”. I don’t believe her for a minute) took us on a pre-mapped out route around the neighbourhood, which consisted of extremely narrow, and too narrow for the pram, laneways, and train overpasses with loads of stairs. And bypassing most of the cafe’s I frequent.
A friend rang at one point and asked what I was doing. She wasn’t to know. I didn’t mean to swear quite so much. Fortunately, the kids were a bit ahead of me. Only 15 or so standing in earshot, so I think I was ok.
Not long after, the route took us past our house. I did consider just slipping inside, locking the door behind me and pretending