Have I mentioned previously that I hate, with a capital H, the school run? Well I do! I really HATE the pressure it puts on me to get to the school gate at a certain time. The pressure to get to school on time so I’m not late for work. I hate that it turns me into the Wicked Witch of the West as I try to get my children to be compliant first thing in the morning.
As the new school year is upon us, I thought it would be good for me to revisit some of tips that have helped me alleviate the school run trauma.
Iron and lay Out everything the night before – laptop, snacks, clothes, shoes and even underwear. The number of times that I have regretted leaving it till the morning is unforgivable. It’s a favour to myself and my kids to ensure we are prepared the night before.
Wake up and have my shower before my children. If I am ready before them, I feel better prepared to handle their impending slowness in the morning.
Eat breakfast. It puts my brain in gear and gives me fuel for the day.
As they are old enough, let them make their own breakfast. If yours don’t know how to, teach them to make something simple!
Give the children breakfast that can be eaten in the car or on the bus. 🙂 Anything that can be easily packed and taken along with us if we happen to be running late.
As soon as they are home from school, give them a light snack and then do homework first before anything else.
On evenings that they have after school activities, make sure dinner is prepped beforehand and simple.
Don’t forget to check their school bags for notes and homework.
Eat dinner early.
Get them to bed early (not a guarantee that they’ll sleep) and remember to wake them up at the same time everyday so their body clock gets used to the routine.
If you have young kids that share a room, remember to split them up at bedtime otherwise they’ll stay up talking till 11pm.
Go to bed early. No late nights. Makes me cranky in the morning.
We often carry a lot of emotional baggage around with us either thrust upon us in our childhood or recent past. It could be as a result of feeling unloved as a child or the burden of sexual abuse.
Baggage might not always come from a tragic experience. When people place certain expectations of you, it could become an onerous cross to bear. Whatever baggage we have, wisdom tells us that it’s better to let it go.
How we may go about that may be different for everyone. Some find help in their faith others may require professional help. However it happens, the journey starts with a decision to travel light.
I’ve just confiscated my son’s books because instead of getting ready for school, he has decided to read. In the morning rush; after having a bath, before changing into his uniform, before having breakfast, before we navigate the terrains of the early morning school rush; he decided to read!!!!!!!!
I should be happy I have a son that’s interested in reading right? NO! Not when he makes us late for school and, subsequently, work as a result. The books have now been banished to where the Christmas wrapping paper is kept. I don’t know how long they are going to stay there for but suffice it to say that right now, I DON’T CARE!!!!!
Now as he has given me reason to write this post before the school run, surely he should be doubly punished for that as well as we are definitely going to be late now. Aaargh!!!!!!
“Please Come To My City, We Need You, We Need Help” cried Jose Aguinaldo this morning as I watched the News. His cry haunted me all the way to work and is etched in my mind. I watched a man probably in his 50s reduced to tears asking for help for his city, himself and all the victims of typhoon Haiyan which hit the Philippines. I cried.
We live in a world that is desensitised to disasters purely because of the constant onslaught of devastation in the world. The truth is it is probably going to get worse as the years roll by. However we can change something – our reaction to suffering.
I cried this morning as I watched this man. However, very swiftly, I realised the futility of tears in such a situation. Tears were not going to get food across to the millions of victims. I knew if I did not get over being sentimental and do something, I would go ahead with my day and all that would have happened is that I was upset by what I saw. Simply another sad day.
I started to think; what can I do, what can I do? Bake sale? Get all the bakers in Cambridge to bake and donate proceeds ? All very good ideas but I find that sometimes we get bogged down with big ideas and never get to do anything. Sometimes,
what the world needs is not a big idea but more people doing the simple little things.
If all of us in the United Kingdom donated £1, that would be £63.7m going to the relief. The reality is that many of us can do more that £1. We can give more. We can do more. Some of us can volunteer time or even go to the Philippines to help out. Others can use their influence to raise awareness. There is always something we can do if we choose not to turn away from another human being in distress. We’ve got to challenge ourselves to resist the temptation to be desensitised to the suffering around us; even when we ourselves are in need- there is always something we can do.
I discovered a list of agencies I could donate to published by the Guardian. 14 British aid agencies have launched a joint emergency appeal to get food, water and shelter to victims of the typhoon. You can donate directly to the The Disasters Emergency Committee.
Give a little. And If you can do more, do more! Please don’t sit and watch the world hurt around you.
Is it not to share your food with the hungry and to provide the poor wanderer with shelter— when you see the naked, to clothe them, and not to turn away from your own flesh and blood? (Isaiah 58:7 NIV)