I had a crap morning and in honesty most mornings here when the FIFO husband is away usually are. I have no one here to back me up and I actually go to bed dreading the mornings. School mornings that is. Weekends despite my loathing of them, I love weekend mornings. So despite my early rise and my organisation and living across from the damn school; which in its self presents its own problems; we are usually late. Late. How does that happen? Every morning I’m screaming at B1 and B2 to get them to move. They aren’t argumentative it’s just that they are so slow. They dawdle. They play with their toys. They watch TV even the news before you say cartoons? No the news, the ad’s, just the TV. Christ it’s frustrating a snail on speed would move faster than them in the mornings.
I have tried various organisation techniques and coping mechanisms most work for a short time but even with every TV and radio off (yes radio) cause them enough distraction to get the go slows. Come 840 am (school starts at 850am) I’m still screaming at them to brush their teeth, put their shoes on, get their bag organised and brush their hair. Its madness and exhausting and I hate starting the day that way. Hate it.
So when talking to a mother friend at kindy last week who consequently husband does FIFO sort of. He valet parks boats all over the world which apparently is a very unique skill; parking a oil tanker the size of the Telstra stadium, anyway she suggested lowering my expectations in the morning. What? Her theory is if your expectations are lower i.e. don’t expect anything you won’t scream as often hence the start to the day won’t be so ‘crap’ because well you aren’t disappointed in fact your joyous at how your children have mooched out the door in a untimely fashion. It’s like the undersell technique retailers use. Tell them delivery is seven to ten working days and you get it there over night and the customer is over the moon with the service. So I guess it’s the same approach. I’m the customer who shouldn’t expect much service provided by my children in the mornings that is and if and when I get anything else it’s a bonus.
So if they wake up the slow go’s and you know they will it won’t kill you when they really do wake up with the slow go’s and your physically shovelling the food into their mouths because you want them to get a move on. You know that going to happen so don’t stress about. You know they are going to be slow so doing expect anything else in the morning. You know they will be dragging feet so don’t expect anything else and you won’t be disappointed. But I guess the other thing is they are kids well mine are they just don’t get the whole time factor thing yet yelling at them wont magically make it click but a girls got to try.
So whilst I have tried this and sometimes it works sometimes it doesn’t. How my mornings are all come down to me. Me and my expectations of that particular morning.
But as of this morning my expectations just hit the floor.
Have a good Tuesday my lovelies,
Xx Deb
