Volunteering your husband to lessen the load

And other tools to survive modern mother-whelm

It’s the Christmas fair and there are hundreds of children (maybe not hundreds) running around the school canteen. It is like putting your head in an amusement arcade and not being able to escape. Noise, smells, crying - at one stage a kid vomits all over the floor. It is mayhem. The kind you only really witness in primary schools. One stall is for making decorations, another for decorating cookies, and then of course the tombola (my older daughter ends up coming home with about 10+ bottles of lemonade from this particular stand). If you look around you’ll chiefly see women. Mums painting faces. Mums serving mulled wine. Mums handing out giant bottles of Shloer that nobody will drink. I’m on the drinks stand and it’s relatively quiet - I’m just down to do an hour and feel like I’ve escaped the worst part which is tidying up at the end when everyone leaves.