Honestly you could not make this shit up!
The morning school run is most definitely NOT my favourite part of the day! In fact the sheer thought of piling 5 kids in the van send shivers right down my spine.
From the outside it could be seen as a comedy sketch, from the inside I sometimes just want the ground to swallow me up and ball my eyes out (which sometimes does happen). But instead, you lucky people get the pleasure of my ranting blog post!! 🤪
So if you’ve not got bored yet here’s how our typical morning went…….
The big ones have had me in tears 😭 today, trying to get them ready and off to school!
We’ve had tantrums, meltdowns, squabbles and fisticuffs all before having our weetabix. FML 🤦🏻♀️
The older boys really do not like mornings (which I do kinda get if truth be told). After calling them every 10 mins for an hour since 7am. They finally rise from the pit they call their bedroom. They both have their duvets wrapped around them and sulking about being woken up too early. It’s now gone 8am and one is telling me how unfair life is and how he hates school. To be fair he does struggle with anxiety, so I do understand when he’s having trouble coping. The social pressures of senior school are very real 😞.
However today it was those lovely teen hormones showing themselves and the boys were just literally niggling at each other and me!!
The night before I lay out everyone’s clothes shoes bags even down to underwear and deodorant, hair gel etc all ready to go in the morning.
It doesn’t matter if we get up at 6.30am or 8.30am We are still ALWAYS FUCKING LATE. 😩
The babies are no real problem in the mornings (as yet anyways) they just go from cot into the minbus in their pjs with a bottle. The Tornado 🌪 is starting to play hard ball In the mornings though running away, out the front door faster than a lightening bolt. He thinks it’s hilarious to play chase when we’re late but he knows no different. Being non verbal, he has no real understanding of why we are rushing in the morning. It’s all a big game to him.
So we finally get everyone outside and Tommy is pulling a refusal to get in the van. I have to carry him kicking and screaming and fold him into the car seat. I try to distract him with a random song, a tickle or counting game whilst i secure him with the belt swiftly. His arms escape the harness numerous times…..Phew I’m really working up a sweat now!
Were on the move (albeit 45 mins late) and the stimming starts. Repetitive noises/phrases and shrill high pitch sounds come from both the big boys, It’s a coping mechanism for them. As were stuck at traffic lights they shout out random remarks to passing cars with their windows down! Nothing rude thank god! 🤦🏻♀️
Finally we approach the school car park. Watch out, The Madden’s have entered the building!
And…… I can breath! We made it 🤪🎉☕️😊
There is always some drama in our life each day but all I’ll say is “Better Late Than Never” I’m actually surprised we even get out the front door to be honest! 🤣
Rant over and out ….. once again thanks for reading!
Love L x😊