School Run with the Madden’s ðŸ¤¦ðŸ»â€â™€ï¸

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😊

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Sunday Funday

It’s a usual Sunday in The Madhouse! Like most ‘normal’ people (we are however far from normal). We lounge around in our pjs, having a rather lazy Sunday, breakfast is bacon sarnies and potter about the house till at least 12pm. The big kids are glued to Xbox and you tube,  the TV commandeered by the Toddler so we are watching Trolls for the millionth time. 

Let’s go on a nice family dog walk daddy suggests……Ok good idea! So then we commence attempting to find clean clothes, matching shoes etc. A few hours later we are all dressed and dragged our backsides off the sofa. We’re just about to leave the house but the twins need feeding again and bums need changing. Meanwhile Tommy is running around throwing squashed banana at the walls and squirting juice everywhere! 😩

We eventually attempt to pile in the magic disco bus -the 8 seater minibus I recently purchased to accommodate my brood! I should give it a name it really. 🚌

Strapping a toddler and two babies in takes another 20 minutes. After a lot of swearing and getting in a hot sweaty mess manoeuvring and fitting 3 car seats, getting tangled with seat belts etc the little ones are safely locked in. The big boys are now squabbling and having proper fisticuffs in the back of the bus! Then they make up and are playing some kind of weird game that involves shrieking in each others faces and finding it highly amusing. FML 

We go fetch the grumpy dog 🐶 and he pulls a refusal to enter the new bus! Mr ‘Maddog’ (aka Daddy) picks up the miserable, overweight Jack Russell and finally climbs aboard! By this point it’s nearly sunset, it’s starting to bloody rain I’m seriously losing the will to live now! ……3 hours later than planned But HOORAY 👏🏻 we have eventually, actually left the house all 7 of us and the dog! 

What is normal to most families, (popping out for a family afternoon stroll) is like a major traumatic experience to us! Still we’ve gotta make light of our manic life or else I’d be crying uncontrollably and quietly rocking in a corner somewhere.

This is just a small insight to a day in the life of The Madden’s ….. by our standards a GOOD day!! Lol It’s all fun and games here 😜 xxx