I swear my alarm knows when it’s the first day of term. Instead of a faint buzzing emanating from my phone, it’s a ruddy great drum-splitting screech that grabs me by the earlobes and shakes me from my amazing recurring dream about David Hayes at 6.55am. In a split second, six blissful weeks of PJ wearing until noon, kids eating Biscoff spread sarnies for lunch and cheeky 4pm cocktails with neighbours in the garden are pulverized and cruelly replaced with school run chaos: 90 minutes of me shouting stock phrases about teeth, socks and PE kits into the ether, while attempting to get my coffee within a metre of my mouth. School days are both a blessing and curse. They’re fantastic because, y’know, education. But, as vegan parents, there are a whole set of challenges reserved especially for us, which any omni mums and dads will be completely oblivious to.
Lunches