For World Poetry Day I am offering this little ditty. It is the tale of one woman’s struggle (mine!) with the morning routine for kids. Try as I might and I try a thousand different things; we are more often than not, running late in the mornings.
The morning routine is a killer for me. People often say ‘ I don’t know how you get four kids up and out in the morning’; the truth is neither do I!
There once was a mummy stuck on repeat
Get dressed, clean your teeth, sit down on your seat
She said it each morning again and again; louder and louder and crosser she got
But still the kids played and frankly cared not a jot
So Mummy grew cross and stress levels rose
She even shouted and the children just froze
But, then she felt sad and a thought crossed her mind…
What if there was extra time they could find?
So the very next day she set her alarm
The earlier start worked like a charm
The kids had a play and then they got dressed
The kids were all smiling and Mummy felt blessed
Each one was ready by half past eight
Mummy felt smug; they couldn’t possibly be late
But, wait! Where was twin two?
Oh God! She’d gone for a poo!!!
True Story!! The moral of this little tale is with kids you just can’t plan ahead sometimes or even any of the time. I will keep plugging away at that morning routine for school, but I am also determined to relax about it. We always get there even if we are chasing the lines in….