CHILDHOOD MEMORIES came flooding back this week. As a nipper, I can clearly remember my mum hollering at us three children to get us to school on time. We had a 30-minute walk to tackle so it was imperitive we left the house by 8.30am.
Now I have a family of my own, it's MY turn to do the hollering ..... at my two sons who simply adore to dawdle, the youngest especially so.
He has it off to a fine art, it is his hobby .... one of the things he does best, in fact. That, coupled with jumping around the house Power Ranger-style, armed with swords, lightsabers or anything else of similar shape and structure.
Sad as it may seem, this morning alone, I counted the times I had to say "Get dressed...." "Stop messing around ..." or "If you don't hurry up, you're going to school in your underpants...." The total was 23.
This latter threat of mine is often met with a disgruntled expression from the little fella. The older one knows exactly which side his bread is buttered and gets the hell out of the bathroom, shirt all untucked and collar scruffy, at a rate of knots for fear of seeing his pocket money diminish before his very eyes.
When they were babies, I longed for the days when they could get themselves dressed and sorted in the mornings ..... now they are 8 and 5, and I still wait for that day with (not much) patience!
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