The goal: everyone needs to leave the house – 2 children to get to school by 8:45 latest, one baby to nursery, 2 adults to go to work. How hard can it be?
The alarm goes off, 7:00. Hit snooze. Baby D came in at midnight and I tossed and turned with him in the bed until 5am when he would not be pacified anymore and wanted to sit up and chat – loudly. And crawl around the bed. He fell asleep at 6:15, think I dozed off around 6:30.
7.10 hit snooze. Phoebe comes in and thankfully goes out again. Snooze until 7.30 – remind DH he needs to get up. 7.40 – tell DH he really should get up if he has any hope of getting the kids to school on time. 7.45 – he begrudgingly gets up. I don’t have to go until slightly later but end up getting up too to help. Baby D is awake. I get cross that I’m doing it all again when I told him to get up on time. I get breakfast for the 2 older ones – usual struggle trying to get them to commit to a breakfast choice – should I give them a choice? Probably not. DH appears like a bear with a sore head, barks at them to get dressed. Confused, they are trying to eat breakfast then they try to comply with getting dressed. I am muttering under my breath about how he should have got up, he needs to be more responsible – this does not help. I get dressed and shove some toast in for myself. I help William get dressed, he’s struggling to get his pants on the right way round – I tell him once he gets to 7 (he’s 6) he has to get dressed by himself – well, here’s hoping. DH has managed to get Phoebe dressed, I start looking for her hairbrush, last seen with Baby D who has proudly learnt what a hairbrush is for and loves to carry it around brushing his fuzzy hair – v. cute but he transports it into places unknown. I find the hairbrush behind the kitchen door aka no-mans land. Start plaiting her hair, Baby D now has hold of P’s toothpaste (no lid) and toothbrush. He knows what this does too, I manage to rescue the toothpaste before he squeezes it all out, let him have the toothbrush, figure it will be a good teething toy and he can brush his own teeth, win-win. One plait down, glance over at Baby D, he’s frothing at the mouth a bit and using the toothbrush as a drum stick on our sofa, small wet patch appears (we got leather sofas some years back, fabric sofas are a no-no with children, at least for me). I place the hairbrush down next to me and said wet patch, DH comes in with coffee, I barely notice him in my tired morning confused state, he sits down on the hairbrush and looks at me like I’m the worst sort of human – I’d barely noticed the wet bit and was laughing at him sitting on a prickly hairbrush! He shouts, “Why didn’t you clear that up?!” Clear what up, I thought? Ah, the toothpaste/spit patch! I explain I was doing P’s hair and hadn’t had the time to reach out one of my other arms to the kitchen and get a cloth etc. He moves to the armchair with a growl. I worry about his blood pressure. We’ve forgotten to get cat food, it’s run out – give them a slice of ham each to pacify them. Somehow manage to get them ready, I dress the baby ready for nursery, the children are loaded into DH’s car. I see his sandwiches for lunch on the side, forgotten and forlorn. I grab my toast and eat it on the way to work in the car.
- Prepare the night before – we’re so exhausted putting them to bed and Baby D is sometimes still awake by the time I go to bed so any precious time in the evening is spent staring zombie like at the TV or, shock horror, talking to each other.
- Set the clock 15 minutes earlier and go by that time – this may work if I could trick myself into believing it was the time but I can’t un-know that I’ve set it!
- Let them sleep in their uniform – seriously, who does this?
- Keep a set of organiser drawers with uniform laid out in each one and things they need – this would work if I used separate uniform each day but I don’t, if it’s still visibly clean it goes on again the next day.
Have you got any tips for me? Help! I think neither of us are morning people and we take a while for our brains to warm u and get going so that doesn’t help, plus we probably have that time vortex problem where we think things will take 5 minutes when really they take 10. When evening came around toothpaste gate was forgotten (except I wrote a blog post about it..) and all was forgiven, until tomorrow…