One word – Late

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Mornings are something of a military operation at our house and statistically I can tell you we are late 99% of the time.  This fact means I have perfected the perfect fish wife impression and my desperate cries of “just bloody well get dressed can be heard three streets away.”.

Twin boy thinks it is great fun to feign deafness every morning and now the only way he will get dressed is when my emotions have gone into over drive. Typically after asking repeatedly for them to put their school clothes on eight hundred times; the sound of incessant barking coming from the rapid hound downstairs tips me over the edge and my face turns to purple and I bellow like a Sergeant Major who is about to suffer a nervous breakdown.  To which twin boy typically replies; “ok mum, why didn’t you say so.”

Twin girl always has a shoe dilemma (yes it starts this young) and that can hold us up no end as she struggles to decide which ones compliment her uniform best.  I am always relieved that she does not yet carry a hand bag to school or we may never get out of the door.

This morning I decided to employ a calm mothering technique calming explaining to the terrible two that I was off for a shower and could they please get dressed by the time I returned.

Imagine my severe disappointment when I returned to my room to see we were going to be late again….

Then my giggles as I pulled off the duvet in a tantrum.

 

However am still going to be late as had to write this blog to fit in with Tara Cain’s Gallery prompt for this week – one word!

21 thoughts on “One word – Late”

  6. One word – Now. There is a routine one-word crescendo each morning in my house accompanying breakfast, getting dressed and out the door to school, and it goes along the lines of…..”darling, please get dressed when you’ve finished your [nutrionally unsound] breakfast”…..”darling, please get dressed now”…..”darling, now….”…..[more of the same]……I SAID NOW!!!

    By which point I have a sore throat, am bad-tempered, MiniMe is giving me the looks one gives a slightly deranged person one has to humour because of the ties of blood…and we get to school in plenty of time…which MiniMe points out, attempting an ‘I told you so’ oneupmanship on me…to which I crushingly regain my ground by pointing out that if I hadn’t got her to hurry up, we would have been late….HOWZAT?!

    E x

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  7. That really made me smile! I particularly agree on two fronts, morning stress and why do they get shoe obsessed so young (or have I been less thangood at disguising my own)?
    xx

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