Very first thing, when he is staying with us, I have to wake up my step-son because it takes him a while to get going in the morning, then I pee. Then I get the little one up and make breakfasts and packed lunches, then running up and down the stairs trying to get clothes on kids and get them downstairs for breakfast. While they eat breakfast, and the lunches are made, I get upstairs and put on the clothes I had on the day before, run back downstairs, pack the backpacks and when 7.30 comes I have to keep an eye out for the taxi for the older one and help him grab everything he needs as he walks out the door. Then I clean up the kitchen, sweep the floors, throw in a load of clothes and hang up the one that is there and/or fold the ones hanging. At 8.00 it is time to get the little one ready for the bus that comes at 8.10. Usually a scurry for finding the ‘right hat’ or ‘Mamma, where are my mittens… No, not those, I hate those ones!’.... If I have time, I have made myself a cup of coffee in there somewhere and if I was really lucky, my teeth got brushed too.
(and my husband told me last month I don’t contribute anything to the household….. Where is he during all this? Still asleep on the couch, where he falls asleep every night in his clothes in front of the TV.)
I love finding a way to make my answers to such unassuming questions a huge moan about my husband.