We’ve gotten into a solid morning routine, me and my minxes:
- Up at 7.30 and straight to breakfast (except for me – swill coffee, check weather and go get 3 sets of minx clothes while they bicker about who’s getting which colour of cereal bowl)
- Get dressed no later than 8.15
- Teeth, hair and shoes by 8.30
- Out the door no later than 8.45
- Wave Maxi Minx into school at 9.00
- Midi and Mini in front of CBeebies 9.15-9.30 while I clear and clean the kitchen
- If they’re still ok, leave them for another 15 mins while I have a coffee in front of Facebook (laptop in the same room)
- Do whatever morning activity we’ve agreed we’ll do together…
Anyway, the kids know that my 15 minutes checking emails, slurping more Wake-Up Juice and checking Facebook is Mummy-Time. 2 year old Mini occasionally toddles over and does a smash and run on the keyboard, chortling away to herself (sidle up giggling, bash as many keys as possible, race off laughing her head off; repeat). Yesterday I was checking out a Rainbow Knits order I’d gotten over Facebook, so was very, very engrossed.
“Poo!” announced Mini.
“OK darling, Mummy with you in a minute”, I distractedly said.
“Poo!” she insisted.
“Right, I heard you. Minute!” said Lazy Mother.
“Poo, Mama!” she said, and dangled her nappy-content-smeared fingers an inch above the keyboard. She hovered them there till I made eye contact with her. Then she chuckled menacingly as I squealed. I *think* I whipped her upstairs before she made contact with anything.
Moral of the story: if your child announces that they’ve pooed, you ignore them at your peril.