What does 8am look like in our house? Like many families, I’m sure, 8am is a pretty fraught time for us. It’s that time of day when I think: ‘Can we possibly get all of this done before we have to be out of the house at 8.30(ish)?’.
My eldest has to leave to catch his bus at 8.05am, so I’m most likely yelling at him. If we’re lucky, he’ll be dressed by 8am. But not always. And if he is dressed, he won’t have done his teeth, he won’t have his socks on, his shirt will be untucked and his hair will be all over the place. He usually flies out of the door at approximately 8.08, with his shoes hanging off his feet because he’s running late. If I want him to say goodbye to me I have to make sure I’m at the door, because otherwise he’ll be in too much of a rush to even bother.
My younger son will have finished his breakfast and will most likely be dressed. He won’t have brushed his teeth, but he will almost certainly be attached to a piece of technology he’s been told not to play on – usually Clash of Lords on the Kindle. Apparently they were 131st in Europe on that the other day. And I really couldn’t have cared less.
My daughter is often still at the table in her onesie, sipping orange juice at the speed of a snail. On a good day, she will be dressed, and already stood in front of an Alice in Wonderland mirror (mine from when I was young), pulling her hair into a perfect and very intricate hairstyle.
And me? I’ll be in my pyjamas – wiping the kitchen, loading the dishwasher or hanging the washing out. When I get home from dropping the kids off, I want things clean, tidy and organised. So I will damn well get it all done before we set off for school if it kills me!
That’s 8am in our house. How is yours?
I’m joining in with the TWO HUNDREDTH (how awesome is that?) Gallery at Sticky Fingers. I’ve enjoyed joining in most weeks for the last two years, it’s amazing that some people have done 200! Pop on over and show some bi-centennial love and find out how others have interpreted the theme ‘8am’.