I am really lucky that my son goes to preschool in the same building where I work, it means less in and out of the car, never the less, I still seem to struggle.
After two trips out to the car in the preschool carpark one morning, I load in the baby bag, wheels for the snap-n-go, school bag and my work bag, next put the car seat in the car - with much difficulty I try to fit it into the small door opening, bang, crash, lift level and push down into place, check daughter has survived the journey - yes all good.
All the while I'm smiling and pleasanting coaxing my son to jump into his side of the car ("quickly now darling, mum is tired - maybe Mcds for lunch"), all this as other mums confidenting stroll by and with ease their children fly gently into the car as if they have wings and are as light as feathers.

I then spend the next 2 minutes trying to remember where i left the keys - ah, in the drivers door. Then I circle round the car banging shut all the doors and swing into drivers seat (still smiling).
I do one last check and there is my son standing up in the middle of the back seat playing with the 2 balloons he was given - "you need to buckle me in mum!" Right, out I get, around to his side of the car, open door and out flies one of his balloons. He screams and I (still smiling - mums in their cars now and making their exit) make the half hearted attempt to chase the balloon but turn back to make my "oh dear darling, you have another one" but no, he was having none of that and the deep sobs start.
I look after the balloon and with confidence think, I'm sure I can catch it. I begin to jog after the balloon, hmm, might need to speed up! Then of course the body jiggles begin so once my back is turned to everyone I grab hold of my breasts so I won't injure myself, I forget the main road is in view, but just ignore the looks of interest and amusement.

Finally the balloon gets stuck in the shurbs so I grab it and do a light jog back (trying to be as lady-like as possible).
Back at the car now and all departing families have gone and other parents are arriving to drop their kids off for the afternoon session. I thrust the balloon in the car, buckle my son in declaring that if another balloon flies away I will not be chasing it. So finally back in the car, kids all belted in and I am now covered in sweat from head to toe!
Oh well, smiling again and with a few casual waves off we go.

Then from the back seat "Mum I need to do wees!"

The mummy madness effects us all.