Is this what your home is like at the moment?
I looked to the ceiling and spoke to a higher being this morning – begging for patience. I’m not sure who I was hoping would answer, but the moment was enough to give me strength before I snapped.
“Just get me through this morning”, I begged.
It wasn’t an unusual morning. Just the normal bedlam of get-your-shoes-on, find-your-school-bag, where’s-your-homework? But three of the participants made me realise the true meaning of dragging your heels.
My four-year-old daughter was lying on her floor, tears streaming, fists pounding the glitter-strewn carpet because SHE wanted to open the drawer where her Elsa undies were kept, not me.
My six-year-old son – also on the floor half-asleep in his school shirt – was shouting, and half-sobbing that he wanted his advent calendar chocolate now and didn’t want to wait until AFTER BREAKFAST.
HE WANTED IT NOW.
My eight-year-old, hiding under the covers of his bed with a contraband iPad (usually taboo on a school morning) was calling out for the two of them to be quiet because he couldn’t hear the high-pitched tones of some British YouTube millionaire discussing the pros and cons of zombies and slime.
And there I was pretending not to notice the strains of Minecraft coming out from under the sheets, prodding my kindergarten boy with my feet debating just giving him the chocolate to stop his begging, and desperately telling myself not to shout at the two of them (and that British guy) to just BE QUIET.
“Get me through this morning. Get me through the next seven. Get me to the holidays because these kids are a wreck.”
Are yours?
And really who can blame them? We shuffle them from activity to activity, from school to ballet to tennis to piano, to daycare and playgroup to swimming to soccer. There is gymnastics and drama and in the mix is homework and parties and playdates and, our work which more and more often is at home on our devices. And somewhere, just somewhere this little thing we like to call family life.
It’s a constant rush of picks-ups and drop-offs, a mish-mash of who’s got who and where and when, of packing Tupperware boxes filled with cut-up cubes of fruit and crackers.
It’s a never-ending cycle of concerts and performances, of classroom Christmas parties and end-of-year assemblies. There are award nights and picnic days and endless trips to Woollies when you realise you have once again forgotten to “bring something to share”.
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God yes my house is exactly the same.
Last Friday night I declared Saturday a sleep in and both my children came and got into bed with me in the morning and we stayed there till lunch time.
We snoozed, talked, read and played i pods. But it was just a little time out and slow down we all needed in the lead up to Christmas.
What craziness is.givimg homework in the last fortnight anyway?