Monday, August 29, 2016

Hurry up!

How many "hurry ups" in a morning is the quota allowed to a rushed mama, with pressing time constraints to actually make the 40 minute drive on time to get her child to school by 8.30am????

I'm sure this morning's quota of hurry ups was well and truely used up on Charlie today:

Good morning. You slept in. We only have 25 mins till we have to leave for school. So you need to hurry up and get out of bed.

Ok now, stop playing with your toys under the covers and hurry up.

Please hurry up and get dressed.

Yes, that shirt is fine. Hurry up.

Oh goodness me, leave that fantastically interesting bit of blue thread in your shorts pocket alone and hurry up and put the shorts ON!

Let's get on with eating breakfast shall we? You do need to hurry up now, your weetbix is getting soggy.

Just hurry up and eat it even if it has passed the acceptable level of palatable sogginess.

Right now we don't have time for an in depth conversation on Star Wars. Please hurry up and eat your breakfast instead.

Ok, please brush your teeth and do your hair now. Hurry up. Yes, the dog will be fine on his own for a while.

For goodness sake, stop pulling faces in the mirror and get your hair done. Hurry up.

Oh my goodness, stop dancing in front of the mirror and hurry up and get your hair done!

Really, you don't need to precisely place each individual strand of hair into place, just hurry up and then get your teeth done.


Yes, the toothpaste tastes perfectly fine. Hurry up and put in on the toothbrush.

Great job on your teeth! No, don't go getting toys out we have to get going. Hurry up and find your shoes and socks.

Where are you? Hurry up and get back here with your shoes and socks.

No, you don't need to take an arm load of Star Wars figures to school with you. Where are your socks? Hurry up we have to go.

I'm happy that you've found your socks. And a dozen Star Wars toys too! Did you get shoes? No? Please hurry and find them now.

No, I don't know which obscure part of the house you last left your shoes. Just hurry up and find them. You can put them on in the car.

Ok, time to go. No, you can't say goodbye to Daddy. You see as he's a Daddy he's lucky enough to be enjoying a sleep in while I get the joy of getting your ready for school. Lets just hurry up and get going to school, shall we?

I'm sorry, we don't have time for last minute searches for more books to take with you and then leave in the car and forget. How about we hurry and just get in the car instead?

Great work getting ready for school so fast today! Now, hurry up and put your seat belt on........................................

Thursday, August 25, 2016

The Special Age of 8

My now 8 yr old has had a wonderful few days celebrating reaching this special age.

8 is an amazing age, the time of leaving little childhood behind and embracing independence.

Climbing to the very top of the tallest tree and reveling in the bravery of it all.

Being enthralled in a novel and discovering whole new fictional worlds.

Both mind and body expanding as the child grows into who they are to become.

Yes, 8 is a wonderful age to be!

And it seems being 8 is even better when you receive presents and cash!