Barlinnie Breakfast part 1
Breakfast-
this was a reasonably easy affair this morning as all Olivia would eat was a slice of plain bread with nothing on it. No butter or anything (strange child). She better make sure she’s eating that vitamin she whines about getting every morning cause I’m not sure how many nutrients are in a bit of bread. And a wee glass of milk, which is her standard morning drink. There’s Folk in Barlinnie eating a more nutritious breakfast but none the less, this is what she wanted and there were no willy winky related arguments.
Getting dressed-
pants, socks and dress are laid out for her. They’re those annoying pants with the days of the week on them that you only put on on the correct days for the first time before the get whirled up in the washing machine never to be in the correct order again. So of course she enquires which day it is and when told it’s Tuesday, she doesn’t want to wear the Monday pants, but eventually puts them on without too much of a protest. Dress is now half on when she spots what she thinks is freckles on her right knee (much more likely to be wee specks of dirt!) and faffs about analysing them for another wee while. Dress is on, now it’s socks. One sock on, now measuring the other sock against it making sure they are the same size, but I think “ well at least she’s got the second sock in her hand, that’s a good sign she must be about to put it on.” Turn my back and on my return to checking the sock situation, fully expecting to see both socks on my little angel,she’s now asking me if this sock (the original sock) is inside out. “Well it wasn’t, but it is now because you’ve taken it off!” So now we have no socks on and one inside out. Off to find the shoes. 10 minutes later, still not returned so shout to ask her if she’s got the shoes on to which she replies “Mum, are you talking to me?” Well considering you’re the only other person that lives in this house (unless there’s someone I don’t know about) and I’ve asked you to put shoes on, then yes, I’m talking to you darling. I now have a fully clothed child and 10 minutes to spare!! Oh no.....hair and teeth still to go! Aaaahhh!
Hair-
Can’t find the brush. Jokingly ask if she’s hidden it but now I’m not so sure I should be joking! She’s smiling and giggling saying she doesn’t know where it is probs a feeble attempt at not getting it brushed at all. She’s found a marble under the bed and is now playing football with it, using my bedroom doorway as her goalposts, while I try to brush the hair with the “tuggy brush”. (Not the one we were “looking” for!) one massive matted bit of hair causes a few problems and she asks why I have to brush it. I explain that it’ll just get worse if I don’t do it and it’ll need to be cut out which is fine if she’d rather have a big bald patch to which she replied “yeah, ok.”
Teeth-
singing Gaelic songs as I’ve got the brush in her mouth again as I keep shouting “aaaahhhh,” (this translates as “open your bloody mouth and stop singing,” quite a handy wee noise). Teeth done!!
Bus is here, cardigan on bag and PE kit ready for School and now she wants her blue tack. Blue tack? Where did that even come from and why would she possibly need it on the journey to school? Maybe the driver needs it to stick her arse to the seat?
All in all, another reasonably easy morning, but she knows I’m not at work until half 9 so I’ve got a little more time to get organised. The rest of the week however is always interesting as she knows I’ve got to be out the door at the same time as her. Cue all the delay tactics known to child.
None the less, there’s one child ready for school!
this was a reasonably easy affair this morning as all Olivia would eat was a slice of plain bread with nothing on it. No butter or anything (strange child). She better make sure she’s eating that vitamin she whines about getting every morning cause I’m not sure how many nutrients are in a bit of bread. And a wee glass of milk, which is her standard morning drink. There’s Folk in Barlinnie eating a more nutritious breakfast but none the less, this is what she wanted and there were no willy winky related arguments.
Getting dressed-
pants, socks and dress are laid out for her. They’re those annoying pants with the days of the week on them that you only put on on the correct days for the first time before the get whirled up in the washing machine never to be in the correct order again. So of course she enquires which day it is and when told it’s Tuesday, she doesn’t want to wear the Monday pants, but eventually puts them on without too much of a protest. Dress is now half on when she spots what she thinks is freckles on her right knee (much more likely to be wee specks of dirt!) and faffs about analysing them for another wee while. Dress is on, now it’s socks. One sock on, now measuring the other sock against it making sure they are the same size, but I think “ well at least she’s got the second sock in her hand, that’s a good sign she must be about to put it on.” Turn my back and on my return to checking the sock situation, fully expecting to see both socks on my little angel,she’s now asking me if this sock (the original sock) is inside out. “Well it wasn’t, but it is now because you’ve taken it off!” So now we have no socks on and one inside out. Off to find the shoes. 10 minutes later, still not returned so shout to ask her if she’s got the shoes on to which she replies “Mum, are you talking to me?” Well considering you’re the only other person that lives in this house (unless there’s someone I don’t know about) and I’ve asked you to put shoes on, then yes, I’m talking to you darling. I now have a fully clothed child and 10 minutes to spare!! Oh no.....hair and teeth still to go! Aaaahhh!
Hair-
Can’t find the brush. Jokingly ask if she’s hidden it but now I’m not so sure I should be joking! She’s smiling and giggling saying she doesn’t know where it is probs a feeble attempt at not getting it brushed at all. She’s found a marble under the bed and is now playing football with it, using my bedroom doorway as her goalposts, while I try to brush the hair with the “tuggy brush”. (Not the one we were “looking” for!) one massive matted bit of hair causes a few problems and she asks why I have to brush it. I explain that it’ll just get worse if I don’t do it and it’ll need to be cut out which is fine if she’d rather have a big bald patch to which she replied “yeah, ok.”
Teeth-
singing Gaelic songs as I’ve got the brush in her mouth again as I keep shouting “aaaahhhh,” (this translates as “open your bloody mouth and stop singing,” quite a handy wee noise). Teeth done!!
Bus is here, cardigan on bag and PE kit ready for School and now she wants her blue tack. Blue tack? Where did that even come from and why would she possibly need it on the journey to school? Maybe the driver needs it to stick her arse to the seat?
All in all, another reasonably easy morning, but she knows I’m not at work until half 9 so I’ve got a little more time to get organised. The rest of the week however is always interesting as she knows I’ve got to be out the door at the same time as her. Cue all the delay tactics known to child.
None the less, there’s one child ready for school!
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