Mornings are now a VERY different scenario. Two kids going to different places. Two lunches to make. Two bags to pack. Hurrying them to get dressed, brush their teeth, tidy up. While trying to scoff down some breakfast myself and get dressed. Oh and feed and dress the baby too, who's usually whinging for some attention, poor third child. All to the soundtrack of: "Get dressed, get dressed, get dressed, get dressed, GET DRESSED! Pack your bag, pack your bag, pack your bag, pack your bag, pack your bag, pack your bag, pack your bag, PACK YOUR BAG! Brush your teeth, brush your teeth, brush your teeth, brush your teeth, brush your teeth, brush your teeth, BRUSH YOUR TEETH. No you don't need to make a bed for Pooh-Bear right now. No, I can't paint your face. No, the bathtub isn't where your PJs go. Please, JUST GET DRESSED!"
Yes, these days, the hours between 6 and 10am are stressed to the max. I come home after the drop-offs put the baby to bed and breath a sigh of relief. And then I look at the destruction that has been left in the wake of us trying to get ready. I wonder, what happened to my life? Was there a time when I was more than just a nagger and a cleaner and a cook and a bum wiper? Was there a time when my life wasn't consumed with bread crumbs, Weet-Bix smooshed on the floor and washing, so much washing?
What are your mornings like? Calm and peaceful or manic?