The day my child wore the wrong clothes to school

A mother and her daughter

A bad mum confession.

I’ve done something that I’m not proud of.

Something I swore I’d never do.

Today, I sent my 5-year-old daughter to school in the wrong clothes.

The night before had been spent washing her school summer dress. I had laid out her school socks. I hung up her school cardigan ready for the morning and placed her black school shoes ready in the hallway.

But there was no need for a pretty, clean school summer dress. No need for an accompanying school cardigan or sensible shoes.

There was no need for any of this because…

… today was a non-uniform (mufti) day.

And I had completely forgotten.

Bad mum.

I had to be at work earlier than usual so I prided myself on getting everything ready the night before. I handed the morning school routine duties over to my mother-in-law and off I went.

My mother-in-law ended up running late so Olivia was one of the last children into her classroom, There were no other youngsters in sight.

Later that morning, the phone call came.

I should feel relieved that the school wasn’t phoning about anything more serious. Even so, I couldn’t help but cringe when the school secretary pointed out what deep down I already knew.

That it was a non-uniform school day. No school uniform.

Casual clothes were hastily arranged and dropped off at school. So no harm done.

Olivia was non-plussed about the whole incident and would’ve happily stayed in her uniform all day. So no harm done.

And yet…

It was something I swore I’d never do. I remember children being teased about wearing the wrong clothes to school. I don’t want that to happen to my children.

Today I sent my child to school wearing the wrong clothes.

That is my confession.

Oh yeah, and I also forgot to pack her swimsuit for her weekly school swimming lesson today.

Double fail.


  1. I think I can top that……you remember to pick her up at the end of the school day I assume?

    I’ve got three children; you’d have thought after forgetting the first one and getting the phone call from school and feeling absolutely mortified that I’d actually forgotten to pick my one and only child up from school, that it wouldn’t happen with the second.
    Or the third.
    More than once for each child.

    I hang my head in shame every time I think of it!

    1. Oh Shell, you’ve made me feel so much better knowing I’m not the only forgetful one. I must admit I’ve not forgotten to pick her up yet… but there’s a lot more years to come!

  2. Gaaaah been there, done that. And more than once too…Don’t beat yourself up about it. These character building events are an essential part of any child’s education, ha!

  3. Argh! I feel your pain. But great that she wasn’t that bothered. You won’t forget again! 😉 thank you for linking up to #badmumsclub!

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