The way we have been doing the school run is that my partner (I really should give him a better nickname) will either do the drop off or the collection, depending on what he is working.
There have been the odd few days like tomorrow, when his work start him at 9am and finish at 3.30pm
Meaning he can do neither, we have had the conversation about just leaving monkey at school till four and hoping he is ok, but that is frowned upon, as is dumping the poor lad in the playground at 8.15 in the morning.
This means, I have to do it, which results in nights like this when I just stare at the clock ticking down, till I fall asleep with a knot in my stomach.
As I have explained in a previous post the actual doing doesn’t seem to be a problem, but the come down and the leading back up is and on these days I spend all but about half an hour in a constant anxious mode.
No matter how many times I try and tell myself it will be alright, it is still a nightmare. I keep being promised it will get better, maybe if they told me I would win the lottery and once that happened I would start to believe them about my anxiety getting better.