My eyes snapped open, and I glanced at my phone. 4.50 a.m. — only 10 minutes before my alarm typically blasted my consciousness into wakefulness. I heaved a sigh of relief, relaxing my shoulders. My pent-up anxiety had at least not cost me my precious sleep. Standing up, I trudged to the bathroom, my mind bombarded with to-dos in regard to the lesson observation.

“Hurry! They may run out of slots!” I exclaimed, urgently pulling each child by the hand. We had been shopping at Northpoint when we chanced upon the Tesla Lightshow. Without hesitation, I grabbed my children’s hands and dashed off to Popular to buy books with my SG Culture Pass. Now, with my heart palpitating, I darted back to the Tesla Lightshow, hoping fervently that my receipt would secure me two coveted driving slots for my children.