Friday, May 11, 2012
"Hello?" I said, out of breath from wrestling over a teddy bear and in no mood for chatting.
"Er, hello, it's Mr B from the school. We're ready to go on our excursion and we were just wondering if Joseph was on his way."
"Oh, but, er..." I spluttered. "The note said 9.30am."
"Oh no," he said, cheerfully. "That's 9.30 in [another town]. We really need to leave now to make it in time."
"We'll be there in five minutes," I said, slamming down the phone and hitting the panic button.
Three minutes later, Mr8 was in the car, uniform on, hair brushed, teeth clean, lunch in place, bag packed. Mr5 sat beside him, half a uniform on, hair unbrushed, teeth uncleaned, lunch on the kitchen bench, no bag. I'd managed to put on a pair of tracksuit pants, and thongs, a t-shirt and sunglasses. We screeched out of the drive, screeched up the road, screeched to a halt two minutes later.
He made it.
At which point, Mr5 and I looked at each other, then slowly turned the car around to drive home and finish getting dressed.
Not a great way to start the day. But now that I know Mr8 can get ready in five minutes, our mornings are going to be very different.
Have you had one of those mornings lately?