Mornings with kids has you questioning your life decisions, every single morning. , its about 45 minutes of chaos in our house because everyone has to be out the house by 7h00. It feels, however, like the earth circles the sun 30950 times before everyone is finally locked in the car. Most mornings someone ends in tears but on 2 Fridays ago I think every person in our home, including the dog (and the neighbors) shed a tear or seventy. It was like the end of days.
Every Friday morning David and I attend a networking breakfast. It means we must be in Centurion at 7h00 (actually 6h45 but they have made peace with the fact that’s never going to happen). Every Thursday evening, I remind everyone that we have to be up and ready early. We make sure bags are packed, shoes (all 532358 pairs are at the door) so they can grab which ever pair they want. I make sure I have Jacks jeans and his shirt ready.
Seriously guys, Thursday evening I turn into the perfectly organized mother. I even check homework books and make sure I have tuck money for babies.
The morning in question started well. Jack was climbed into our bed and was chatting to David and I while we got ready. Emma agreed to go get some clothes for herself and I was secretly high fiving myself in the bathroom.
I gave Jack his clothes and told him to get changed under the blanket, he didn’t even need to get up, he could just get changed under the blanket.
Cue: whining and moaning and resistance.
I wasn’t overly worried, we had time, life was good.
Cue: Emma shrieking.
I go and see what happened. Her shirt is WRONG! It is the WRONG shirt!
Still not overly worried, I am ready, David is ready. We will just find another shirt.
Five minutes later every.single.shirt Emma owns was laid out in front of her. THEY WERE ALL WRONG! JUST WRONG!
I tag David in and try to work on Jack. As soon as I leave the room, Emma loses her mind. Jack is now in full resistance mode. He is NOT getting changed. Nope! Never! Not happening!
I am starting to worry a little now because suddenly we have 3 minutes to get in the car.
I tag David into the room with Jack and attempt to get Emma dressed. She is now completely naked and everything is WRONG. The panties, the pants, the shirts, the socks, the shoes – the freaking air we breathe was WRONG.
David is having a similar experience with Jack and ends up shouting.
Cue: Jack crying.
But it did mobilize him, so at least we were getting there. I managed to get him to change without too much of a fuss eventually.
Emma is now also crying. Well actually guys, she was screaming/wailing/shrieking. I imagine it to be the sound a goat would make if he got his leg caught in a lawn mower. I am no longer winning any prizes in any parenting competitions.
I realize it is best if I step away.
Enter Cameron to help.
Cue Emma raising the noise level.
We now need to leave. So, David and I do what any self-respecting parents would do, he held her while I forced clothes on her. If there isn’t life cover for death by trying to dress a toddler, then THERE SHOULD BE!
Finally, she has clothes on and David bolts to the car, throws her in and locks the door.
This whole episode took about 20 minutes but I was exhausted. Depleted. Done. Completely over everything.
It is such an exhausting way to start the day.
Tell me you have had mornings like this! PLEASE!
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