Red Nose Day. We knew it was coming. This year, I was determined to be prepared.
Red Noses were purchased ages ago. I read all the letters and posters so that I knew exactly what each of the children’s 3 schools were doing to make the day.
Last night, my tween reassured me he had an outfit all sorted.
I went up to the wardrobes and picked red outfits for my younger two children. I even went so far as to iron them.
Daughter aged 8 – gingham red and white blouse, red corduroy skirt, red tights. Sorted.
Son aged 7 – red sporty top, hoodie with red detailing and jogging bottoms. Result.
Where were the noses? Located. Tick. My goodness, this year I may actually be an adequate mother.
We were up early as these light mornings really make me much more motivated to leave the company of the duvet.
Tween – “I don’t agree with non-uniform and I don’t want to wear a red nose!” Somehow, I managed to persuade him that he would be better fitting in with the others so he chose some civvies and added his school tie as a rebellious gesture of some sort.
Daughter – “I am not wearing red!” Defeated, I sent her up to choose an outfit and she came down in a pink dress of the Bob Geldof crumpled variety.
“It needs ironing. Please take it off so I can do it for you”
At this point I resorted to bribery and she insisted on a breakfast that even I am not prepared to be honest about on here. It may have involved something chocolatey of the pudding variety. Before the parenting police get on my back, you would have to know the strong will of my daughter, remember she had already had a healthy breakfast and think of the needy in the UK and Africa. OK, OK, so I am a bad mother.
Sneakily, I added a cardigan to her outfit which has a little bit of red in it. It is RED Nose Day after all.
Younger son – “I don’t like that top and I don’t want to wear red”
“OK, you go upstairs and choose a top you do like”
Off he went and returned with a sulky face.
“Darling, if you don’t tell me what is wrong I can’t help you”
“You said I have to wear red and there are no red tops up there”
Resisted the urge to say “No because you have bloody rejected the red top”
“Wear what you like darling” said as I see the clock on the telly moving forward at breakneck speed. He chose a casual outfit and I got away with the hoodie with the red detailing.
“Here’s your red nose darling”
“Is it a Triceytops?”
“No, your sister has that one. You have Dinomite”
“I want Triceytops”
“Darling, could you swap with your brother?”
“What’s it worth?”
I shot her a stressed out mum look and she agreed to take Dinomite instead.
Suddenly, peace descended and we set off to school. There was such a sense of fun on the school run. A little boy dropped his red nose in the road and my son rescued it for him. The lollipop lady confessed that she had forgotten her red nose despite her best intentions to sport one. There was a real feeling of a stronger sense of community today.
When you consider that and you look at these pictures, you can’t help but think that as well as doing amazing things for the needy in the UK and Africa, Comic Relief does families and communities a whole lot of good too.
The tween refused to have his photo taken but did let me show you his art project.