I am writing this letter to apologise for "shouting, screaming and basically carrying on like a mad person" in the mornings. I hope that one day, probably only when you have kids of your own, you might understand why our morning routines were so much fun!
You see, after about the 500th time of asking you guys to get dressed in the morning I start to get a little annoyed. Add to that, some fighting over which chair you want to sit at or your indecision over what cereal you'd like (even though I have told you 300 times whats on the menu) I get a bit more annoyed. Getting the picture?
Not yet?
OK! And while I'm asking you for the thousandth time to brush your teeth and find your bag I'm also trying to dress myself, dress Gethin (if you're awake)and get a certain little girl to let me brush her hair. I then have the wonderful job of making a healthy, tasty lunch box for you, my oldest darling!I'm lucky if I manage to rustle up a sandwich for myself at the same time. Once it seems we're all half decent and semi-dressed, I then ask you all to make your way to the car,(which seems to be the code word for "Go to your room and look for something you haven't seen for 5 months!)While I struggle with bags (hoping and praying that everyone has a hat and water bottle at least) I call again for my precious darlings to "get in the car"! Nicely at first but gradually raising my voice as it seems like you have all been abducted by aliens.
Miraculously, you appear and disappear again in search of a library book, and then we start the totally foreign concept of strapping into the car! Oh boy, Gethin, if anyone saw me wrestling you into your car seat I would surely be on a child protection list somewhere.
Phew! I'm nearly done! Off we drive to school and daycare whilst I begin my usual speech about "daycare is fun and you're going to have a wonderful time there" to which I get the reply from you, my precious baby, "I no go school!" I drag you two in and run away while you try and cling to my legs.
Relief! You'd think! For a second until the guilt kicks in and I begin to feel bad for the way I've shouted and screamed and ranted and raved! AND ALL THIS BEFORE 8am!
I then drive to my school to relieve 20 something frazzled mom's of their precious children and try and educate them in some way. Why did I choose to be a teacher again? oh yes, because I love kids! LOL.
Do I like the way I carry on? No
Do I wish I was super(organised)mom? Yes
Do I love you 3 more than anything else in the world? Yes, yes, yes!!!!
I hope you can find it in your very kind hearts to forgive me!
Lots and lots of Love and Kisses
Mom
xxxxx
