The Madness Before School

Madness: The quality or condition of being insane. See Synonyms at insanity. Great folly: It was sheer madness to attempt the drive during a blizzard. Fury; rage. Enthusiasm; excitement.

The Madness Before School

Mum where’s this, mum where’s that?
Where’s my coat and where’s my hat?
Where are my shoes and where is my book?
Where’s my school bag I can’t find it? LOOK!

I can’t find my pencils, mum where are my pens?
I’m going to be late now, late for my friends!
Mum I need some food, mum I need a drink,
I can’t find my glasses now where are they? THINK!

My tie has gone missing, my key’s just not here,
I left it there I know I did, mum is it near?
I need my PE kit, mum where is my purse?
Why can’t I find them, have you moved them? SEARCH!

I’m off now mum I’ve found all my things,
When you pick me up can you my dance stuff bring?
I don’t know where my dance stuff could be,
Think it’s in my room, I’m not sure. SEE!

The door slams shut, the children are gone.
Enjoy the peace but not for long,
The husband appears, says where are my keys?
Where’s my laptop bag can you find them, PLEASE?

All of things things are here, use your eyes,
They’re under your feet, they’re on the sides,
Organise yourself the evening before
Then you’ll search and panic no
more.

Prose for Thought

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18 Comments on The Madness Before School

  1. Stephanie
    July 4, 2013 at 8:03 am (6 years ago)

    I HATE the mornings! I relate to this a lot!

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    • InstinctiveMum
      July 4, 2013 at 8:15 am (6 years ago)

      Argh this morning was crazy lol! Finally sat down with a cuppa now!

      Reply
  2. Emma from over at LIFE AS IT IS
    July 4, 2013 at 8:16 am (6 years ago)

    Ah the storm before the calm! In our house, on the days when we find ourselves organised, the toddler will usually produce a poo just as we are about to walk out the door! Loved your poem!

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    • InstinctiveMum
      July 4, 2013 at 8:17 am (6 years ago)

      Haha yes! One of them always puts a fly in the ointment!

      Reply
  3. carie
    July 4, 2013 at 8:40 am (6 years ago)

    Wonderful! Definitely the feeling of a nursery morning!

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    • InstinctiveMum
      July 4, 2013 at 9:47 am (6 years ago)

      Oh isn’t it just! And still with my 12 year old on some days as well lol!

      Reply
  4. blueberetmum
    July 4, 2013 at 9:20 am (6 years ago)

    Great! this is my life (though at the nursery stage) and I’m also in charge of finding my OH’s car keys,sunglasses, head… so know the feeling. I love the way the poem flows!

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    • InstinctiveMum
      July 4, 2013 at 9:48 am (6 years ago)

      Thank you! It was actually my 12 year old and husband who inspired the poem this morning, pre-schooler was all ready lol!

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  5. The Real Mummy
    July 4, 2013 at 4:01 pm (6 years ago)

    This is not my life yet but I dread it already LOL great Prose4T xxx

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    • InstinctiveMum
      July 5, 2013 at 6:06 pm (6 years ago)

      Thank you! And enjoy your time before the madness begins lol! x

      Reply
  6. Helen Braid (@EllieAllAtSea)
    July 4, 2013 at 9:58 pm (6 years ago)

    Oh how I love the last verse. I have 2 men in my life who lack the ability to find anything – even when its right in front of them! I’m the organiser in my house too. You’ve summed up that manic morning frenzy very well! x

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    • InstinctiveMum
      July 5, 2013 at 6:07 pm (6 years ago)

      Ah we are superhuman at times I swear! X

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  7. emilytealady
    July 5, 2013 at 8:38 am (6 years ago)

    This is brilliant! Love the way you have structured it, with the capital letters at the end. Dan is the worst for all of these things, and he is a grown man! I swear he’s blind as a bat!

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    • InstinctiveMum
      July 5, 2013 at 6:08 pm (6 years ago)

      Yup, my husband cannot find anything….ever!!! x

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  8. Actually Mummy...
    July 5, 2013 at 9:35 am (6 years ago)

    Oh god this is me, completely. I don’t even know why I fight it, they’re never going to change. I’m sure it would be better just to give in and accept that I’m the one who has to do all this stuff, then wait for the huge box of chocs to appear on Mother’s day!

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    • InstinctiveMum
      July 5, 2013 at 6:09 pm (6 years ago)

      Er at least two massive boxes of chocolates I think! I just wish I could sort myself to organise it the night before as well and not just when they all scream at me to find their things!! 🙂

      Reply
  9. judithkingston
    July 5, 2013 at 10:14 pm (6 years ago)

    Oh my goodness I am going to have to pin this up on the front door! And my kids can’t even read yet, so for now it will just be for my husband!! I was totally feeling-along to this poem.

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  10. Victoria Welton (@VicWelton)
    July 6, 2013 at 7:13 am (6 years ago)

    This is EXACTLY how my mornings were when I was governed by leaving at 8am to beat the traffic! We now don’t need to leave until 8.40 and we can walk :). This poems sums up my childhood of going to school too. Fab, Thanks for linking as always lovely xx

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