I was surprised to find the congestion (拥塞) outside Layla's primary school was unusually absent—I'd driven right into a parking space, and I was on time, for once. The school bell rang, and in a moment a stream of children made their way through the gate. But something was different—the kids were piling into vehicles in threes and fours.

Before I could enquire my daughter Layla, Mr Trent, the deputy head, approached. "Mrs Pavis, did you not read our letter?" Letter? What letter? I had a history of not looking out for them, and not reading them in most cases. "The letter? Of course. It must have just slipped my mind—I've been away with work."

Now I was digging around in Layla's messy schoolbag at home. Eventually, I found several letters, all addressing the same topic—parking outside the school gates. Apparently with some parents parking illegally, the police were about to get involved. "Why didn't you give me these letters?" I demanded. Layla shrugged. "I forgot." I was about to launch into a severe lecture when it occurred to me that I had always forgotten—I had forgotten to give Layla her money for cookery that morning and forgotten to hang out the kids' washed clothes.

I contained myself and figured out that they wanted the parents to car-pool (拼车). I spent the next half hour ringing round Layla's friends' parents, enquiring if they would like to car-pool with us. Unfortunately, they were all sorted. It was my own fault—I should have read those letters ages ago. "Er... I overheard others talking about it," Layla said, "They said they didn't know who would car-pool with us, because we're always late." I flushed instantly. We were a disorganised family, and I was the one to blame.

I resolved to change. With responsibility for my kids, I find I am never, ever late. It's good for Layla and for her older brothers, and it's good for me, because now I never leave the house unprepared. I've even started checking the kids' schoolbags for notes from school.