Once again, I was late for drop off. Mornings are often a crazy rush out the door. My half asleep brain struggling to keep up with time, which feels as if it’s leaping off the clock. Next year my son starts school, how am I going to get the kids to school on time?
To all the mums out there that make it to school drop off, playdates or anywhere for that matter on time or even early, I salute you. I have the best intentions of getting places on time, but things always come up and I am forever 15 minutes late. I was often prepared and on time pre-kids. So why have I let things slip!?
Today’s thing has to do with Layla. My two year old loves to take off her pants and nappy as soon as I put them on her. She plays a hide and seek game with me where she strategically places her clothing around the house.
My 4 year old son’s breakfast routine does not help with my tardiness. It’s a painful sight to watch, Liam slumped and staring at his breakfast. It’s as if he stares long and hard enough it will vanish instead of eating it. Today’s choice was a bowl of cornflakes which he ate one flake at a time.
Lunch boxes are always a struggle for me. My two kids have completely different tastes which means two different lunches.
Without a moment to spare I start a mad rush out the door, shoving my own breakfast down whilst simultaneously getting presentable. These days, my only expectation for acceptable appearance is to not resemble a hobo.
We were just about ready to go when Layla grabbed my half eaten tub of yoghurt (that’s right, I was suppose to eat breakfast) and started dancing around the kitchen with it, daring me to chase after her. If I chase after her it would inevitably spill on the ground, where I would have to mop it up and we would be definitely late. So I had to play with her and coerce her into giving precarious tub of yoghurt back to me. It was ridiculously cute as Layla chortled and jibber jabbered her way around the kitchen island. So cute in fact that I lost track of time and ended up playing with her for a solid 15 minutes. Which made me absolutely and completely late for drop off.
I should really know better and allow for more time. No more excuses and frantic dashes out the door. No more profuse apologies for being late. It’s time to suck it up and become better at being on time. I know this reality means getting organised.
I’ve spoken to mums that have great strategies for being on time. How do they do it? Some mums wake before their kids to get those extra things done in the morning such as lunch boxes, school bags or lay out clothes. Others pack lunches the previous night. I am cringing as I write this as I know this is where I need to be. That’s how you get the kids to school on time rather than 15 minutes late.
I somehow think that part of the kindy program is not only to prepare your child for school it’s also to prepare the parents. So, I have around 6 months to get it together. Hopefully, Layla will have stopped her rudey nudey hidey nappy faze by then as well.
I just read a post on the key personality trait that often predicts success. This is who I want to be. I don’t think this is who I ever was. I’ve been riding the coattails of my husbands conscientiousness for quite sometime. To my dear husband, thank you for putting the laundry on the line before work today. I would have been super late if I had to do that as well.
I need all the help I can get, have you got any tips on getting kids to school on time? Send them my way by leaving a reply below: