Deblet recently did a post about mornings and at the time I had a giggle to myself about it. Until this morning. I lost my marbles this morning. It didn’t help that we had a rough night up and down the passage.
The alarm went off at 06h00
At 05h45 Isabel started crying and after a couple of runs I just put her in bed with us, to try and get those last few minutes of sleep.
Fed the cat on one of the runs.
At 05h50 Mignon started crying and hubby got up to fetch her.
Got up at 06h00, went and had a shower.
Hid in the bathroom for a while.
Came out at about 06h20 to find them sitting on hubby’s chest laughing. No additional sleeping then I gather.
Went to switch Daniel’s light on and gently nudge him and wispered in his ear.
Got dressed with 2 little bodies jumping up and down on the bed, highly pissed off that I dared to get dressed and not feed them breakfast immediately.
Tried to blow dry hair.
Herded girls to the kitchen, yelling at Daniel on the way to wake up and get up and take off his nappy and pee in the toilet.
Switched on coffee machine.
Take cereal out of cupboard after being yelled at by twins and them changing their minds about 15 times. We only have 3 types of cereal FFS.
Fight with them to take out their bowls.
Ditto on the spoons. I mean, how hard can it be to choose a damn spoon?
Yell at Daniel some more.
Make coffee and toast.
Hubby comes into the kitchen and is followed by Daniel. Shuffling like an old man. (Daniel, not hubby)
Repeat fight over cereal, bowl and spoon choices.
Mop cereal and milk off table, chairs and floor.
Fight over fruit.
Put out clothes and make beds.
Shove multivites into mouths.
Herd children into bathroom to brush teeth.
Tell Daniel to get dressed.
Retrieve clothes from bathroom/kitchen/playroom
Daniel then refused to wear his school T-Shirt over his thin sweater. Tears and snot and trane (He had to wear his T-shirt today for the outing)
Pack bags.
Remind Daniel to get dressed otherwise we will leave without him.
Finally manage to finish getting ourselves dressed.
Wipe snot from pants and shirt and jacket
Fight over shoes.
Yell at Daniel to get dressed.
Collect everything, ready to go.
Go and look for Daniel and find him sitting on the loo, stark naked, making a poo.
And guess what? We get to do it all over again tomorrow. And the day after. And the day after that. At least I have my fabulous hubby, he is amazing!
Groot Sterkte and thank goodness for good coffee. I just manage to get Tash and me out the door, usually running late too
oh my goodness don’t worry it gets worse as they get older..lol….
but there is light at the end of the tunnel….
When They Move Out….
I hear you, sister! LOL! Some mornings the French farce does your head in. Add in sick children and you have to deal with vomiting the first lot of Milo breakfast on the table, vomiting in the second bowl of Milo breakfast and then wanting boiled eggs. Each time having the debate about which bowl – Spiderman, Ben 10 or Cars. And mine usually get the urge to poo right about when they’re strapped in their car seats and we’re half way out the gate!
OMW!!! You truly are SuperWoman!
Heh heh heh!
Sounds exactly like my house in the morning! Except T usually decides to go make a poo as soon as I put his Strawberry Pops on the table, so Connor gets hold of them and throws them on the floor.
Then Connor makes a poo as soon as I’ve finished the 10 minute battle of getting him dressed (he’s still like dressing a freaking octopus).
I got up 5 minutes earlier this morning and ended up leaving 15 minutes later. WTF is with that? Thinking getting up at 4:30am might give me enough time? Or will that just prolong the agony?
And this is one of the reasons that I only have one!!! 😀 xxxx
Ha ha ha ha …..did you watch the Middle last night on MNET….hope Daniel is not destined to be like their oldest son.
Amazing how we do this every day…..bunch of suckers
Hahaha sounds WAY too familiar…
HAHA…I have been very spoilt with my DH taking over in the mornings. I don’t know what we are going to do when he starts working next week…x