The other morning, I was busy running frantically (which is more like a brisk walk, to be honest). I was doing as many mothers do. Getting everything ready for the day. It looked like this: Find the youngest a pair of SOCKS without holes, getting my son his BREAKFAST and telling my daughter it was time to "GET UP". Five minutes later, the cycle continued. I was now finding the youngest a pair of JEANS without holes, getting the other one his LUNCH and telling my daughter again to "GET UP", etc. You get the idea. My youngest does not seem to own a piece of clothing without holes, another can't seem to find anything to eat and my daughter loves the snooze button just about as much as she likes Nash Grier. (Remember your teenage heartthrob?)
One thing was clear. I no longer felt sorry for my husband who left for the farm at 6:00 a.m. that morning. In fact, I applaud him. That man is genius.
So, what's a gal to do? Looks like I had to reign in this situation. I told the kids that I was going to start needing a little more help around the house. I simply couldn't do everything and maintain the little bit of sanity that I had left. The look of panic on their faces said it all. One thought they were going to go to school in air-conditioned clothes, one thought they were never going to eat again and well, my daughter probably would miss the bus every morning for the rest of her high school years. (Unless of course, Nash Grier decided to take our bus route up.)
So, a new plan was set. You have heard the saying 鈥淕ive a man a fish and you feed him for a day; teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime.鈥� Well, this modern day mom was about to make use of some age-old wisdom. My version was more like 鈥淕ive a child a lunch, feed him for the day; teach the child to make his own lunch and they will feed themselves right through the rest of school.鈥� 聽
So, I taught one where to find clothes that had not made it back to his dresser drawers. (That permanent laundry basket on top of the dryer.) I taught the other one where to find the fridge in our house. Lastly, I showed my daughter the latest, greatest gadget on her phone. It is called an alarm clock. (Imagine the eye roll!)
A few mornings have passed. Everyone has made it to school, clothed, fed and on time. I am feeling like the genuis now!
