Ask anyone
that knows me and they will (probably) tell you that, before I had children, I
was an extremely punctual (ahem) person. I never, ever left my best friend
waiting outside the pub in the snow while I deliberated which colour Kangol
hat I should wear (thank you nineties) or was an hour and a half late to work
because I couldn’t find my house keys (four times). No. I was extremely
punctual.
Then I had
children. Let me run you through a common scenario in our house: me to husband
night before, “We’ll have to get up early in the morning: you feed Georgie her
pureed porridge and I’ll feed the baby.” Husband to me, “Ok love.” Cut to the actual
scene at 7 am when we’ve had about twenty minutes sleep because Georgie was
partying the night away with her My Little Ponies, “AAAAHHHH. We should have
got up forty minutes ago! Quick, get the kids up.” At this point our little
cherubs- who have been awake most of the night- are sound asleep and DO NOT
take kindly to being awoken. Tough luck!
Because of
Georgie’s Rett Syndrome, she has an extremely poor swallow and is at risk of
aspirating and contracting pneumonia. This means that she still eats pureed
food and has to be fed… slowly. Unless of course she’s eating chocolate
puddings, then she can eat very quickly (whilst smiling and laughing. It’s
amazing really, she’s never choked on pudding). It’s fair to say Georgie doesn’t
like breakfast. During the holidays, we leave her a couple of hours before
breakfast and she’s usually pretty good then- she’ll comply and we have an
event free meal BUT, at 7am on a cold January morning when she’s been rudely
awoken, you’ve no chance!
Thirty
minutes I spent this morning trying to get her to eat Ready Brek. Thirty
minutes! In the end, she ate a Peppa Pig yoghurt and a fruit pot. Raph managed
breast milk which he then vomited all down his snow-suit (under which he was
still wearing his pyjamas- don’t judge me). At 8.40, I was throwing children into
the car like an Olympic shot-putter and barking orders at my ten year old like
a Sergeant Major… “Grab the nappies. No, not those ones, they’re too small… Grab
the emergency granola bars/ chocolates/ smoothies (milkshakes)…” You know the
drill. At this point, already late for school, Georgie started to have a
break-down so Gabby put on her favourite song- Juicy Wiggle- which is so loud it
makes me want to rip my own ears off.
Fifty
minutes later, Georgie and Gabby deposited at their respective schools, Raphael
and I fell, exhausted, through the front door.
Living the
dream lovely readers, living the dream x
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