Some great ideas here - I'm impressed by the organisation of some of you.
This morning went like this - DH left home about 6.30am, after banging and crashing around the bedroom looking for clothes, waking me up and also our twin DDs (3.9) who had nodded off in our bed after climbing in at about 5.00am. Stumbled downstairs to find caffeine while girls argued over whether to watch Cbeebies or Milkshake.
Eventually got them downstairs at the breakfast table, floods of tears from one because her sister had the Noddy plate and it was her turn today. Sister responded with a smack to her head, whilst hanging onto Noddy plate for dear life - must get new Noddy plate today.
Finally got breakfast over and tried to dress them, greeted with more tears because they didn't like the trousers I had chosen - told them to quickly run upstairs and choose some more as I couldn't be arsed to argue with them. One came down dressed in a pair of bright pink shorts, a purple roll neck and her witches hat from halloween. More tears as I insisted she couldn't possibly go to nursery looking like that.
Both eventually dressed in suitable clothing, I noticed one had hideously greasy hair due to being smothered in olive oil the night before to help her cradle cup. Ummmed and aaahhhhed about leaving it but decided she looked poor and neglected so stripped her off and shoved her in the shower, more tears.
Girls ready - 8.45am, me still in minging pyjamas so quick shower, face on, suit on (doesn't need ironing!). Can't find girls trainers anywhere, decide on ankle boots but covered in dog muck from park, settle on wellie boots and hope to avoid bollocking at nursery for leaving them in wellies all morning.
Dash to car, girls argue over whose turn it is to sit behind mummy - I mediate, hyperventilate and screech off down the road, reversing at top speed 1 minute later to check I have shut the front door. I had, so off again.
Girls safely in nursery, I dash out avoiding eye contact with any teachers or mummies as I have approx 10 minutes to drive 2 miles to get 9.30 train to London. Screech into station car park, sprint into ticket office for a travel card and a car park ticket, 9.29 so doing OK. Jobsworth behind the desk sighs, shakes his head, and stares at the clock behind him .... then slowly informs me that I cannot park until 9.30, as it is reserved for season ticket holders. I take deep breaths while politely telling him "IT IS 9.29 FFS - 1 MINUTE FFS. THERE ARE 100 SPACES LEFT FFS" by which time his clock says 9.30, the train has arrived, he gives me a ticket ..... I sprint to the car, back to the platform and just managed to wrench a door open before it goes.
Sink into a seat, completely exhausted .... mobile phone goes ... it's DH "Morning darling, how's it all going".