Mornings
Right. I had a great post all planned - all revolving around my tele-viewing of last night. I don't watch much TV anymore, so I was going to inflict my opinions on everyone. And you know how much I love that...
Unfortunately I have just had the most screamingly, hair-pulling-ly, fist-clenchingly God Awful morning and it's blown all those witty and amusing musings clean out of my head. All I am left with is a ball of intense irritation at all things Children.
If you are in need of an exercise in Complete Frustration, then I can recommend nothing better than Parenting.
Unfortunately I have just had the most screamingly, hair-pulling-ly, fist-clenchingly God Awful morning and it's blown all those witty and amusing musings clean out of my head. All I am left with is a ball of intense irritation at all things Children.
If you are in need of an exercise in Complete Frustration, then I can recommend nothing better than Parenting.
ARGH!
*Big Deep Breaths: In.... Out.... In.... Out....*
OK, feeling a little better now.
The thing is, I have very little time in the mornings, what with getting myself and four girls showered, dressed, breakfasted and out the door by 8:10. So it never ceases to amaze me that the Big Girls seem to exist in a parallel (though completely unrelated to Real Time) universe. We woke them at 6:30 this morning, instructing them to get showered and dressed for school. When I went downstairs at 7:15, Miss H was still pratting around in the nude. Apparently they had spent the previous 20 minutes arguing over whether or not they are allowed in each others' rooms. Ever. (or, in the next 20 years, according to Miss M, who does like to be exact about these things)
I got the twins dressed, and left them eating porridge in their high chairs, while I went and hung out washing (gee whiz! Isn't my life so.... domesticated). I assumed, foolishly, that once dressed the girls would realise they needed to pick up the pace a little. What with me yelling "You've got 10 minutes before we leave" "Make sure you've packed your bag" "have you cleaned your teeth?" at 2 minute intervals. *Sigh* It didn't happen.
At 8:20, with the twins strapped in the car, Miss H suddenly realised that actually, she hadn't cleaned her teeth after all, and disappeared downstairs for another 10 minutes. And short of driving off with her locked in the house THERE WAS NOTHING I COULD DO!
And this happens, almost without fail, every single morning.
How. Am. I. Ever. Going. To. Survive. Parenthood?
posted by actonb at 9:42 am
9 Comments:
Is it too late to consider adoption?
If it makes you feel any better, my brother is in his early 20s, still lives at home and my mother has the exact same drama with him every morning to get to work/uni. She has a theory that even though girls are bad, they get to about 13/14/15 and sort themselves out. Maybe you just need to hold on for the ride.
Can i recommend a sheep dip and a couple of cattle dogs.
shroom - I do believe your suggestion has merit. I will confer with MrB and may get back to you with regard to procuring said items.
OM - I will not be chasing them anymore when they reach the age of 10. Why is your mother still chasing a grown man? This is madness! You moved out at 17 didn't you? I think this is something to be encouraged.
Yes, I moved out at 17. My brother, on the other hand is a lazy, lazy boy-man. And my mother loves having the baby in the house to make her feel still needed, etc etc. You wait til your twins are all grown and Ms H and M have flown the coop. You may also succumb to the desire to baby them forever.
Kids these days ... Mses H and M will be around for many many years, methinks. I know all about your Nigella-isms - unless you start getting a lot slacker about your motherly duties, those kids will be there forever.
And when they get married, their husbands will move in too.
A couple of Mogadon should do it.
Oh dear actonb. I feel for you.
You must be a saint.
In answer to your question, Prozac maybe?
Seriously, let me praise you, I can't imagine to know how you do it!
Chesty. That they will never leave is a thought that fills me with dread...
I do kinda hope I'm giving them the upbringing that will instill a sense of independence. I can but hope...
But the drugs, they be sounding like a damn good idea.
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