I like to be organised. In fact I NEED to be organised. I need things to be where they belong , and I like to get things ready to avoid a morning panic , I spend my evening telling the kids to do their homework , organise their school bags , put stuff in its place so it doesn’t get lost , get their stuff ready for the next day , put their shoes etc where they belong so they can find them easily …
Obviously this has all rubbed off on the kids and the mornings are a smooth operation ….
Of course not , the alarm goes off at 5:30 I hobble down the stairs , because of my arthritis I’m especially stiff in the morning so going up and down our 3 floors of stairs is difficult , and I’m met by ” mum where’s my uniform , can you get it for me , I’m cold / tired / still in bed ” ” mum where’s my pe kit ” “mum where are the trousers I need ” ( the ones that were put in the bottom of the washing basket and covered by clean clothes that the kids couldn’t be arsed to put away )
” mum I need ingredients / glitter / glue / money ” ( what they forget is that this is the first I’ve heard of it )
” mum where did you put my worksheet ? ” ( because obviously it was ME that lost it rather than put it somewhere safe )
When they are finally dressed , because thehairbrush is under the sofa/ someone’s bed they happily walk out the door without brushing their hair … That is if they’ve found their shoes / bag / blazer .
And of course while walking out the door they will call ” mum I’m going to have detention because I didn’t do my homework ”
I can’t wait till the alarm goes off at 5:30 tomorrow so we can do it all again.