When our school gives us one days notice that Friday is ‘dress as a pirate day’ and we don’t have pirate costumes, so I decide the kids can just wear jeans and a striped top.
Then after a super busy day for the whole family and a tiring night (the kind where my husband works til 9pm and my 6 yr old refuses to do her physio exercises or eat her dinner or anything I ask her to do really… and my 8 yr old takes all night to finish her homework and the list of things that need to be done before everyone can go to bed seems never ending) and when everyone is finally in bed and it’s now close to midnight, I suddenly realise the kids jeans are in the laundry basket!!
So I leave them washing in the machine as I go to bed. Then wake in the morning and throw them in the drier in hope they will be dry before its time to leave or else the kids are going to school as pantless pirates.
Then miss 8 searches the toy box and finds an eye patch I didn’t remember owning and miss 6 cries because she wants one too…. and I regret that I didn’t make her one yesterday, but now with minutes to spare before the school bell rings, there’s no time, so she settles on a beard and moustache.
Then as we all fly out the door (in jeans that did dry just in time) miss 6 throws on a cap and says “P for Pirate!!”. We snap a quick photo on the way to school with the swords we just happen to own. We just make it to school on time in their make shift outfits and both kids have their gold coin donation in hand, their jackets, their homework, their 3 lunch boxes, water bottles, signed notes, library bags, library books… and just as I start to get that, ‘against all odds I am a mum who can perform miracles’ false-sense-of-security feeling… Miss 8 says, “hey mum don’t forget I need new ballet and jazz shoes before dance class tomorrow”.
Ahhh life… You are funny.