It is purely grace that is it now school holidays here. I just could not cope with one more week of rushing to school and back.
Last week I was trying to hurry the kids up, trying to get into the car on time to make it to school on time. We live quite a way from the kids’ school and if we run late we turn up at school very late. So there I was, off to get dressed after packing the kids’ lunchboxes and making their cooldrinks. The rule is that I make everything, but that they have to pack it into their bags themselves and carry the bags to the car. They have to do something.
Carien, meanwhile, was changing into her 14th set of clothes, adding jewelry, hair accessories, changing shoes, adding blue eye shadow and finishing the whole look with a ballet skirt.
And the time was ticking and tocking by.
Rushing by in the other direction I saw Carien still hadn’t packed her stuff.
Me: Carien! Pak jou kosblik! Pak jou koeldrank! Move, move, move!
Carien: (teenager cheeky voice) Ja, ja, raak net rustig!
I’m not sure where we got her from. When your 4 year old stands with her back to you, hands on her hips, mumbling, before she starts stuffing her things into her bag while mumbling some more, you start believing that the teenage years are going to be a breeze compared to the f….erocious? fours……
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