I’ve always admired the mums who do the school run perfectly turned out, hair styled nicely, makeup that doesn’t look like it was put on by a 2 year old, clothes neat and matching and just looking so darn well put together. These women look like they are ready to face the day and the world head on and conquer any challenges that may come their way. Their children too. They look neat and tidy and there is not an unbuttoned shirt or a smear of vegemite in sight.

I have to say I feel a little bit intimidated by the above mentioned mums, I’m a mess still in my pjs. I admit to yelling too often at my kids (I’m sure my neighbours could verify this), one in particular but as you know I have four children (two sets of twins; 8 year old fraternal boy/girl twins & 3 year old fraternal girls) so you sometimes need to yell to be heard above the noise.

Our house is like a circus in the morning, I’m constantly telling the seven year olds to eat your breakfast, pack your bag, brush your teeth, put your shoes on, stop pulling your sisters hair, make your bed and the list goes on. The expectation is the same every morning yet they need to be coached through each step. Just when I think I have it all under control and the older two are ready and we are ready to leave with some semblance of my sanity and a partial yet croaky voice, one of the 3 year olds will decide it’s time for their morning poo and having your nappy changed is so much more fun after you have made mummy chase you around the house and then proceeded to kick her in the boobs 20 times whilst assuming the nappy changing position and rolling over from side to side giggling.

Another challenge I face in the morning is that the baby twins (I still think of them as babies even though they are threenagers) will not leave the house without a specific pair of shoes and it’s usually the shoes that the other twin has picked out so that turns into a hair pulling screaming match. Whatever happened to the bond that twins share, the closeness, the secret languages?, I ask myself. By this point my nerves are in shreds and I drag them both out to the car kicking and screaming only to find the older two fighting over who’s turn it is to sit in the front seat and who is picking the music. I have been heard at the end of the court telling my kids that I couldn’t care less who sits where or what music we listen to. Get in the car pronto!!!!

I have just been lucky enough to discover the only area in the kids car park where you don’t have to get out of the car and walk them up to the gate (which is school policy), you can drop them off safely in this area and they do not need to walk on the road to reach the bridge, Genius!!! I just can’t believe it took me nearly two years to make this little discovery. Mind you though, there are only a couple of these parks available and understandably people can become quite territorial over them, I was tempted to show up with a can of spray paint one day and spray a lovely big RESERVED FOR ‘The Crazy Twin Mum’ but I thought that may have been taking things too far. These car parks are supposed to be for people driving extra large cars (not for lazy people like me who want to drive their kids to school in their pjs and moccos) so they don’t clog up the car park due to visibility issues but in this day and age where every second person is driving a 4WD, I consider my car to be extra large so I’m going to continue parking there.

We arrive at school and I feel a small sense of relief but the anxiety from making it this far is still bubbling over and although I give a few waves here and there, I don’t want any of these lovely organised mums seeing what a shaking foul mouthed mess I am so I quietly make my way into my new found car park, make sure the kids make it to the gate safely and then I’m out of there. I wouldn’t be lying if I told you that I have pulled up in my driveway after drop off in tears. Tears of relief that I have successfully dropped the kids off and lived to see another day, general tears that seem to go hand in hand with my anxiety disorder (that developed after I became a Mum). Some days I honestly feel as though I have just run a full marathon after dropping the kids at school but who am I kidding, I still have a full day ahead of me with the constant demands of my 3 year olds (luckly they’re cute) and I’d never be able to run a full marathon!! (or a half marathon for that matter)

18 Comments on The School Run is Fun with Two Sets of Twins

  1. Two sets of twins?! You’re amazing! Super mum! My daughter starts school next year and I have her two younger siblings (they are all a year apart). So I can’t wait to see how that goes! The mornings are crazy as it is at the moment haha.

    • Wow, talk about super mum!!. Only a year between kids. That must have been so hard both physically & psychologically!!. I have 2.5 years until my younger set of twins start school but I can’t even begin to imagine how crazy it will be having to get all four out the door 5 days a week!!

  2. Oh my! I can’t imagine getting through anything with TWO sets of twins. You must feel so accomplished doing anything. Ha! 🙂 What a blessing they must be.

    • Hi Jennifer, thankyou, I certainly don’t feel like a super Mum, most of the time I feel like a mental Mum who yells too much!! 😂
      I know I’ll look back on these days when the kids are older & laugh, I hope…..

  3. This is such an inspiration article especially to those moms out there. I do love how you manage everything with your twins.

  4. Two sets of twins? You are totally smashing this parenting thing. The truth is I think the majority of mothers out there will relate to this post way more than those seemingly perfect school moms!

  5. Wow, two set of twins is amazing! I really respect you for everything you do. I have 2 boys at age 4 and 2 and it’s driving me insane! But it’s fun and enjoyable 😂

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