So we have my family, and this morning it’s kinda be of like the four stooges trying to be on time! Is it Monday-Itis magnified? I have to laugh! So we have to get ready on Monday morning, and 10 year old No. 1 Kiddo has worn his school clothes to bed, the night before, because getting dressed in the morning and keeping on time is too stressful. It’s a plan that has been devised by himself and It works.
Time ticks on and we have to leave the house and I am talking about literally walking over the doorstep. Oscar gets in the car. No. 1 Kiddo has developed a repetitive routine so he cAn get in the car, so it’s a walk around the car 2 times, a tap on the door, etc. almost like he is developing a kinesthetic awareness of body mechanics, before he gets in, behind the driver’s seat. But mum goes out, to open the boot, because she is looking to have the keys which, I can’t remember if I have locked the keys in the boot, or not.
Oh darn, it I have ruined his routine and he tells me so “so bloody hell mum, you have stuffed up my routine and now I have to do it all again.
Those words, those words. I hear them often. I assure him that he does not need to, I try to affirm that his making a choice, but in his world – he must do it. Time fly’s out the window.
I must remember to wear my industrial strength ear muffs in the car which. Solves two problems. It dulls the shrill pitch in my son’s voice so I driving to school in a tin can has a modicum of ease about It. It’s comforting.
Then his father comes out and ready to get what he needs out of the car boot, it opens, “Oh bloody hell Dad, my routine!” Both Mum and No.1 Kiddo say! We all laugh in hysterics it’s the four stooges skit at my house this morning.
Written and Authorised by Jane Muras, 4 Henry st, Hectorville, SA 5073 Candidate for Hectorville Ward CCC 2018