Must listen harder

Tuesday, 26 February 2013

Must listen harder


I am not a morning person. I am even less of a morning person when I have to get three kids out of the house in order to get big man to school. Invariably big man manages to put his clothes on the wrong way round, middle man refuses to move from the TV and baby man needs a nappy change just as we are about to leave the house. This morning I urged big man to take some responsibility and pack his own PE kit. I got his clothes out and put them on his bed. He then started complaining he couldn't find his shorts. I ran downstairs, grabbed them off the radiator and rushed to get baby man his bottle. "Why are they purple Mummy?" 
They aren't  I replied. "But!?!" 

I didn't have time to discuss the colour of his shorts. I barked at him to put his shoes on and that was the end of the matter.

I returned home to find his shorts on the lounge floor.

It turns out I must listen harder. Big man doesn't make stuff up. When he was talking about purple things in his PE bag, I should have listened. I can only assume that I threw him his shorts and my purple top at the same time. I also assume that he didn't realise that he had dropped the shorts on the floor and that it was my top he was putting in.

So I felt a little stupid when I picked him up from school and was told that he had been waving my top around. Hey ho it could have been worse. I know this from experience. A few years ago I had a large group of friends round with their little ones for a coffee and a play. We had been using the radiators to dry clothes. I thought I had tidied them all away. It is never a good day when you have to prize a pair of your Bridget Jones pants off a small girl who thinks that it is her blankie! Come back sun, so that I don't need to leave stuff to dry on my radiators!
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  1. Rebecca Beesley26 February 2013 at 21:47

    oh how funny! I'm always paranoid about my pants being found round the house by the kids. My son used to put them on his head when he was little when he was supposed to help me hang out the washing. x

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    1. A Strong Coffee26 February 2013 at 21:50

      I still cringe now thinking about it! Should make me go and buy some nice pants really!

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