Book bag - tick. Skipping rope - tick. Coat - tick. Two children - tick.
OK lets go. School run here we come.
But it's never that simple. There's always something. Charles will shout out in his indiscreet way "POO", and just to clarify "POO, CHARLES POO!" Yes, his language is coming along well now, so that's something...
Once that situation is rectified there's usually "Can I take Bagpuss/Trudi (the toy skunk) /my new notebook to school?" "No" "Oh but everyone takes something to school, and I'll miss Bagpuss/ Trudi / my new notebook, please, please, please" At which time her kind parent (Daddy) will chime "go on then" and her evil one (me) will repeat her "No" in unison. "Oh go on then" I'll snap, noticing it's 3 minutes until whistle time, "c'mon".
See I used to be very organised. Prior to having children I'd hardly been late in my life. Lateness riled me. Lateness was rude. Now, despite getting up anytime between 6 and half past we still can't seem to leave the house before 8:45 which always means we are late for school.
It doesn't stop at school. Oh no, it's not only the teachers that get to think badly of us. Family and friends can also share in the eye-rolling about the ridiculous unpromptness we now display daily. Whilst it was quite amusing in the beginning (I can recall being about 4 hours late round to my Mums on the Christmas day when Rosie had been born 2 days prior), I'm beginning to wonder if it will ever go full circle or whether I'll continue to be an annoying person worthy of being riled about and eyes rolled at.