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Breakfast Club - Just five more minutes, please!

by Karen Town

No one likes to get up in the morning but I have to say that I probably have more reason than most.

The alarm clock rings and although I dig my head under the pillow it doesn’t seem to take the hint. I drag my feet to the bathroom and with one eye shut I turn the shower on full blast. The powerful stream of water soon wakes me up, that and the fact that shampoo has run into my eyes! I reach for a towel and then remember that the last clean one was used to mop up the water from the leaky toilet. Life just doesn’t get better than this!

The hours between 6.00am and 8.00am are pure hell in our house. Some may say that I am exaggerating slightly but I would invite them to stay for just one week.

You see there are six of us in our family …a mother (that’s me), a father (that’s him) and four (yes four!) little girls.

The oldest girl child has hit that dreaded age…pre-teen! For starters, getting her out of bed is like trying to raise the Titanic. Then everything that can go wrong in her life does…and it’s all my fault! Her hair wont go right (my fault), her clothes don’t feel right (my fault), her breakfast doesn’t taste right (my fault), she’s going to be late…well actually that is my fault since I am also trying to help three other little girls get ready.

The other children have their own ‘special’ little quirks!

The eight year old is obsessed with her hair and every day I have to be Mrs L’Oreal or else there are cries of pending humiliation, after all ‘if she doesn’t look good, I don’t look good’.

The five year old has her cereal ritual. She must have at least two bowls of cereal whilst all the time looking at the pictures on the box. Heaven forbid that someone might want a bowl of cereal from the box she is looking at…once she ‘claims’ it you better eat toast…or be toast!

Then there is the two year old! What can I say about two year olds that hasn't already been said? She has to choose her outfit…usually a mismatched outfit with odd socks but who am I to argue? Then comes the tooth-brushing scuffle, which usually ends in tears…mine! Breakfast is usually something nice and smooshy, perfect for squishing between the fingers and smearing over the clean clothes.

Amongst all of this chaos I am running, and I do mean running, from workspace to sink to refrigerator fixing lunches, doing dishes and making drinks for my family.

Just when I think that I can’t take anymore I glance at the clock and realise that in only a few more minutes and I can escape to sanity and go to work…and my work colleagues wonder why I always look so happy to arrive at the office in the morning!


Karen Town
Karen Town is co-Editor in Chief of Why Men Are... an online magazine for women, and your one stop shop for lingerie, leather, adult novelties, clubwear, pvc lingerie and more! She lives in the UK with her husband and 4 children.