Now that school has gotten back into full swing our routine has become fairly….well, routine. Long gone are the lazy summer mornings where I drank 3 cups of coffee and the kids watched some cartoons before breakfast. Now I have about an hour once my eyes open to get 4 kids, fed, clothed, teeth brushed, hair done, lunch made and to the bus stop. Of course only 1 kid gets on the bus, but I can’t very well leave the other 3 to fend for themselves while I’m gone.
The kids seem to understand we need to hurry and, for the most part, they don’t drag their feet in the morning. A few mornings ago we were running right on schedule with our “just in the nick of time” routine. I was starting to leave out the front door and I called out for everyone to come on. The 3 boys take off out the door and head for the end of the driveway.
I hear my daughter call out “Don’t leave without me, I need to get some things” I yell back into the house “What things? You don’t need any things. We’re going to be late to the bus stop.” I could hear her mumbling something back to me about her babies and toys as she was walking toward the door. Then I finally saw her.
She looked like a slightly intoxicated homeless woman who had just robbed a Goodwill store. She had a baby doll tucked into each armpit. A purse around her neck. Two blankets. A hairbrush. A matchbox car (for her little brother). Two toy phones. A book. And she was asking me if I had seen her chapstick.
Thinking about it now, it’s pretty funny and I wish I had taken a picture. However, the last thing that ran through my mind was to take a picture. I was too busy yelling “What are you doing? Put all that down, we’re not moving, we’re just going to the bus stop. You’re going to make us late.” I think I managed to get her to leave everything except her purse and one baby doll.
The next morning I had all but forgot about her antics when she came out of the house doing the same thing again. This time she added the top bassinet part of her toy baby carriage so she could carry an additional baby doll and 2 Barbies. I was thankfully able to get her to leave most of it in the house. Once we got back home I had a little talk with her about how she can’t keep bringing all these toys with her every morning.
I felt like she accepted what I was saying and I was looking forward to no longer having these little delays in the morning. So this morning as I open the door and yell “Let’s go” the 3 boys once again take off down the driveway and I hear my daughter running inside yelling “Just a second! Don’t leave without me!”
A moment later she shows up ready to leave with a plastic grocery bag filled with 7 pairs of her shoes. I can’t even begin to fathom what is going on inside that mind. The teen years are going to be a wild ride!
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