Now that all my littl'uns are in elementary school and I can drink a whole cup of coffee while it's still hot, I can laugh about this stuff now. Like the first day I got everybody off to school/kindergarten, and I excitedly showed another mom my shoes. With ties. Shoes with ties! Woo! No slip-ons! I hadn't worn shoes with laces in well over half a decade, so it was understandably exciting for me. Of course, I was still wearing jeans with holes in the knees, and did for some years after, because I still spent at least a third of my life crawling around on hands and knees wiping stuff up off the floor.
But even when my younger two were in Yochien, mornings were hectic. Afternoons were hectic. Evenings were hectic. Weekends were hectic--and half the time, somebody had a cold. Mornings, I used to get everybody off and then walk back upstairs wondering whether everybody was wearing underwear. Including me. That, however, was easily discernible if I pretended to tuck or untuck my shirt. Oh shut up--untuck is too a word--sorry, just yelling at the automatic spell checker.
The worst mornings were the ones when somebody forgot something--hat, gym clothes, wrong outfit on, obento (lunch box) or some such. Since we live on the fourth floor, dashing back in the house for something entails running at top speed (because the bus is waiting), round-and-round, up four flights of concrete stairs with no handrails. I have no desire to own a Stairmaster machine. Ever.
And running downstairs is worse than running up--here I am running downstairs!
That was on a day that I took a shower and put on makeup...
Still, running downstairs is so dangerous. It's so easy to trip, especially in high-heeled boots. And occasionally the lasso gets in the way. If I could just jump downstairs...
Mothers of the world, Unite! We want sound effects!