This tweet is typical of me on a Wednesday. It’s the only day we have to be somewhere at a certain time, which causes me a certain amount of stress. Not to mention the tea deprivation. Now the boys are older and are feeding less frequently, things are a bit easier. A bit. Precision planning, excellent execution and a constant state of cat-like awareness are required for this kind of precision procedure.
T minus 12 hours: pram in car, swim and nappy bags by the door, clothes for Mum, Miss3 and Masters1+1 laid out, bottle/food bag on kitchen bench, capsules on the table. Ready to lock and load.
T minus 3 hours: rise and shine, up and at ’em, breakfasts all round.
T minus 2.5 hours: express milk, shower if Masters1+1 are asleep (bonus!), Miss 3 in swimmers and clothes, non-swimming people dressed.
T minus 2 hours: pack bottle/food bag, all bags in car, cup of tea (deferred).
T minus 1.5 hours: this isn’t so bad, why do I freak out every week? I’ve got plenty of – oh crap! Is that the time?
T minus 1 hour: nappy changes for those applicable, Miss3 to the toilet (no result), housework (no, not now).
T minus 58 minutes: boys into capsules, Miss3 into carseat.
T minus 55 minutes: capsule back out of car, nappy change for the applicable person who has soiled theirs.
T minus 45 minutes: should have left 5 minutes ago.
T minus 41 minutes: minor meltdown for Miss3 because her t-shirt doesn’t have an “L for Layne” on it.
T minus 39 minutes: reversing out of driveway, Miss3 informs me her seatbelt is not on, oops.
T minus 36 minutes: stopped at the train crossing. What does this T minus stuff mean anyway?
T minus 17 minutes: arrive at pool, pram out, Masters1+1 into pram, negotiate gate.
T minus 10 minutes: Miss3 needs to go to the toilet (what is it with kids and public toilets?).
T minus 2 minutes: on the pool deck, clothes off, goggles on.
LIFT OFF! Into the pool… for our 2o minute lesson.
Totally worth it.