Thursday, January 5, 2012

a day in the life

Woke up, fell out of bed,
Dragged a comb across my head
Found my way downstairs and drank a cup,
And looking up I noticed I was late
Found my coat and grabbed my hat ...

Except, where are your hats?
And gloves?
What do you mean you can't find your coat?
And shoes.

We have this weird room in our house next to the garage. We tried using it as an office, then a library, but it really works best as a mud room.

As you can see, the kids have their own coat hooks. And their own shoe rack. And we use the white bins for gloves and hats and scarves.

So organized.

In theory.

In practice, we spend an inconceivable amount of time looking for hats. and gloves. and shoes. and coats.

It is a bit frustrating.

And then once we find them, getting them actually put on is another chore.

Kate get your shoes on.
Kate why aren't your shoes on.
Kaaaatttteeeee. Shhhooooeeesss. Nnnnnooooowwww. Pppplllllease.
(that's meant to be sing-songy)

It's a wonder we ever leave the house.

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  1. With my younger godson, I've found I have to double what I consider the amount of time it should take to complete a task such as eating breakfast, brushing teeth, putting on shoes and coats and gloves... Actually, I should probably triple the time for putting on winter gear. Every new piece of outwear seems to increase the amount of time it takes to put it on exponentially.

  2. Sigh.
    It's exhausting.
    I sort of scrounged up something for dinner tonight because I did not have the energy to get everybody dressed to go out again.
    And David went to school in socks and sandals because we couldn't find one sneaker (which we later found stuck in the pants he had been wearing earlier in the day) and he wouldn't wear his boots.
    Oh well.