The hours between 7am and 9.30am, Monday to Friday are generally the hardest and most stressful hours of my week (bar perhaps swimming on a Thursday night but that’s a whole other post).
Some mornings, like the other Friday, everything goes swimmingly – to the point that somehow everyone was ready a full 40 minutes early and I even managed to squeeze in 20 minutes of ironing before school! I know right. Total fluke and never ever happening again.
This is more like my typical mornings . . .
7.20am My alarm goes off – I’m likely already awake if Amy has her way but I know this is the last possible moment I can get out of bed and have everyone to school on time. I drag myself out of bed and into the shower. (I’ve learned the hard way that it’s better if I get dressed and sorted before I let Ben and Chloe out of their room!)
Time to go downstairs for breakfast (Ben and Chloe have been awake for a while but are pretty good at playing in their room). And so begins the discussion about breakfast . . . which combination of cereal they want (apparently it really matters which order you put it in the bowl), do they want it with milk or crunchy (who eats cereal without milk?) arguing over spoons – Ben must have the one with a pointy end or all hell breaks loose – and so on . . . The next 20 minutes or so is spent fielding arguments, mopping up spillages, repeating variations on the theme of “Just eat your breakfast” “Chloe you need to hurry up” “If you haven’t finished eating that in the next five minutes I’m going to have to take it away from you!” Sometimes I get to sit and eat breakfast at the table with Ben and Chloe, other mornings Amy will decide her need for boob is somewhat more pressing. (I’ve found the belVita breakfast biscuits are pretty handy on mornings like this – much easier to eat while feeding than a bowl of cereal! I like the Fruit & Fibre ones best!)
We make our way upstairs and begin the getting dressed battle . . . Ben is now pretty good at just getting himself dressed without too much fuss. He finally seems to have clicked that the quicker he gets on and does it the sooner he can be sat back downstairs watching TV without being nagged! Chloe is a whole other kettle of fish and it’s like trying to dress an octopus! She has no sense of urgency and thinks it’s hilarious to run away giggling when I try to dress her.
By now we should all be downstairs, the kids will usually be watching Cbeebies and I’ll be dashing about checking we’ve got lunch boxes / dinner money, book bags, a fully stocked bag of clothes for Chloe etc etc whilst shouting “Put your shoes on please! Ben have you got your jumper on?”
I’m still asking them to put their shoes on (why can’t they just do it straight away?!) whilst getting Amy wrapped up and strapped into her pram, pulling coats on and getting ready to get out of the door.
All being well we’re on our way out of the door. This will be the point where Ben decides he needs a hat, can’t find a hat, wants to be wearing his wellies . . . and I will be seriously loosing my patience.
The next 10 minutes or so while we walk to school is spent looking for cats, searching for pennies from Grandad Joe, splashing in puddles while I chivy them along with threats of “We’re going to be late, what will your teachers say if you’re late?”
It’s time to say “Goodbye” to Ben and depending on what day of the week it is we’re either home again or to take Chloe to playgroup – she likes to push Amy’s pram (whether I allow this depends on the weather and my patience reserves!)
And I’m home. Another morning survived. If Amy’s gone to sleep I might take advantage and have a quick drink & do some jobs online.
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*Disclaimer – We were sent a range of belVita breakfast biscuits to try free of charge but all thoughts an opinions are my own*