This morning in my house went something like this:
“Please girls, mommy has to be somewhere early this morning. Can we hurry up a little bit?”
What they heard:
“Please girls, mommy has go and do something exciting without you today so make sure that when you are getting dressed you try on and discard everything you own and then leave it lying around the house for me to pick up. You must also have numerous meltdowns during the ‘getting dressed’ process. Make sure that today you reject the breakfast you request every single day of your lives! Also remember to have a huge slapping fight about who will get their hair done first, make me do the most complicated time consuming hairstyle known to any mother, and then pull it out and wear your hair down, just as we are getting in the car. Also please DON’T wear shoes today, in fact never wear shoes again. Don’t worry about taking your school bags to the car, I’d love to go back into the house to collect them and your shoes. Whilst I’m doing that, please have another slapping fight in the car so that at least one of you cries the whole way to school, if not both. Then when we get to school, make sure that you want me to personally deliver you to the classroom door whilst still crying and clinging to my leg, even though most days you bolt from the school gate. All of that would really help mommy out today. Thanks my beautiful angels.”
Such is my life every single time I have to be somewhere early that requires just a little bit of cooperation from them. I guess it’s my own fault. I should know better by now. Next time I won’t say a word.
How was your morning?