I hate the alarm buzzing at 7am. I hate the jumping out of bed and nagging 'im indoors to move his fat, hairy bottom. I hate rushing downstairs in order to open Mum's cafe where I have to bellow around the house for snoozy children to place their various orders. I hate the making of packed lunches. I hate the plaiting of hair and the cajoling that tooth brushing involves. I hate the bundling of everyone into the car whilst talking through gritted teeth for everyone to get a wriggle on. Then as the whistle goes at 8.55am, I finally exhale and relax my grimacing face and furrowed brow. Our entire family has been engaging in the joyous dance that is the school run for 3 years and for several more before that as my eldest is now at secondary school, but it sure doesn't get any easier!!!
Anyway, once the school run is over and I have exhaled and unfurled, the pandemonium kicks in with a vengeance as I then have to rush off to various jobs. That is the subject for numerous other posts as my life has become unrecognisable from what it was just a year ago. Everything changed the day 'im indoors, owner of the aforementioned hairy bottom, gave up a ridiculously well paid job in the city to live the dream. A dream it is not, but hopefully one day soon life will return to some semblance of normality.
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