The massive morning grumps.
Mornings are a right stress at the moment.
For some reason, even if I get up and showered earlier than the children (and the husband), it still takes waaaay too long to get everyone else ready (not the husband) and breakfasted and out the door.
I just haven’t got the system yet. And it’s turning me into a real morning grump.
“Come ohhhhhn, M! What did I say? Get your PJs off! In the bathroom, I said, not play with your Lego. Leave Little P alone. P, get off that! Eat your breakfast, for God’s sake, we need to get going! Stay still, Little P or I’ll leave you in your PJs all day!” etc etc
I’m starting to detest the sound of my own voice.
There must be some magic combo that works, which I haven’t discovered. While I try to get M dressed, 8 month old Little P rolls around everywhere and wants to grab her brother’s age inappropriate toys, pull on the shelves, or try and open his drawers into her head. In the bathroom she’s unhappy on the cold floor and M just doesn’t listen so everything takes twice as long. When I’m getting her ready, he just messes around, annoys her, jumps up on her change table (don’t get me started), and zooms cars around my feet so I trip on them. All the while whingeing “Can I watch Paw Patrol now?”. She’s at the stage where just getting her in a vest is a massive effort as she doesn’t want to stay on her back or be restrained so I end up trying to get her dressed in all kinds of weird positions while she screeches.
And if I don’t get myself ready before them, you can imagine the state of things while I try and have a 3 minute shower and get myself looking presentable while they’re whining/screeching/killing each other.
As soon as we’re out the door life is SO much easier.
We’re stuck in a morning-shaped rut – has anyone got any advice?