The Morning-Go-Round
Quick bath, slurp of tea, working face on, three pairs of shoes on the mat. Sergeant Major toddler bellows, “Now, Mummy!” and it’s big sister to the rescue (Vest and pants already – good girl!) with silly faces, Teddy dance. Soar downstairs, post stubby legs into highchair.
Porridge spoon, percussion spoon, conducting spoon; toasty soldiers, toasty triangles, great big Mummy toast. Coats on (“Sleeves gone to Scotland, Mummy!”), strap in, brake off, big push and they’re off! Blast of autumn, scudding clouds, worried face asks, “Did we beat that clock, Mummy?” Mummy shakes her half-dry hair and laughs. “Sausage, we smashed it!”
M J Lewis©2015
To misquote a phrase, cats have owners, toddlers have staff. With my son turning twenty, this is for me a piece of historical fiction. To anyone for whom it is contemporary fiction I will say it’s exhausting, but it doesn’t last forever. Also, these quiet autumn mornings, I’ve realised that, whereas I used to think I was helping my children get ready in the morning, they were actually the ones helping me.
For a merry round of 100-word Friday fiction please try this link, on any day, including indeed Friday. Congratulations are due to Rochelle on leaving behind a job and taking up a vocation. All the best Rochelle! Thanks also to Ted Strutz for the photo.
I don’t have kids, but I love this. It’s like being there. I especially like: “Porridge spoon, percussion spoon, conducting spoon” and my heart-felt admiration goes to all the parents who have the patience to get through this. I couldn’t do it. I also love the style, it’s so immediate, makes me want to hurry, but also laugh.
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Thank you! I really did want the ‘being there’ effect, so glad it worked for you.
This week on the train to work, surrounded by school kids and commuters, I’ve been reading Chekhov stories for the first time – and suddenly I’m standing in a stairwell of a Russian apartment building more than a century ago, listening to the sounds, smelling the smells…Thought I’d try a modern version – gotta aim high! 🙂
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Always aim high, learn from the best, and don’t forget the loaded gun! Great story. 🙂
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The style really makes the story, in this case.
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You’ve found me out! I’m a sucker for style – I don’t go in for the ‘show not tell’ writer thing. Show or tell, or a combination, is fine by me, as long as it’s done with style!
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Anyone who calls their daughter “Sausage” could (should) be canonised.
Good piece.
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Sadly they’re all growed up now and no sausages left! The cat used to go by that name too, until he chased his last mouse. 😦 Just waiting for the grandkids.
PS I wonder if sausage travels eg across the Atlantic?
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I think it travels just fine. Isn’t it a French word, originally?
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Out of breath reading this. 🙂 Nice one.
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I did read it aloud a couple of times, faster and faster! Should come with a warning for asthmatics.
Thanks for coming by.
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Sweet story ….the image of the child asking “did we beat the clock” is very poignant and touching. Beautiful piece.
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I loved your narrative flow, your (almost) stream-of-consciousness style. Beautifully done.
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Interesting you spotted that Ansumani – the little worry in the child’s mind.
Thank you.
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I think you meant this reply to be in reply to ansumani (above my comment).
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That’s the fun of Friday Fiction, Dreamer of Dreams. I think the 100 words has helped me just go for it! (Sorry if these replies are all in a confusing order!)
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Actually I’m out of breath just reading… Toddlers have staff – indeed.
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Thanks for reading. 🙂
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…and then I get them – 32 of ’em every day in the classroom! 64 shoes on the mat.
Rosey Pinkerton’s blog
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The Mums and Dads hand them over gratefully to you and go off to work for a rest….
That’s a heck of a lot of shoes! (Actually 64 is a great number – a square and a cube. Can you tell I teach too? Maths to 10 year-olds nowadays.)
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Rosey, I loved your piece – another shoe on the loose! Glad it wasn’t 64. Will try again to leave a comment on your site.
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The fast pace of this morning routine took my breath away and made me glad I’m beyond those years.
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Deep breaths! I sort of miss it…in theory!
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Getting the kids off in the morning sounds like conducting a symphony. It’s a pleasure I’ve never had, either one. It’s my loss, I’m sure.
Lily
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Sometimes harmonious and sometimes discordant and usually somewhere between – could sum up family life!
Actually conducting a symphony orchestra sounds like fun! Thanks for visiting.
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I loved this! It sounds very hectic but they have the routine down.
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Very perceptive! Every morning now I lose my comb and wander about aimlessly looking for it – couldn’t have got away with that in the past!
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Ha! It’s like you’ve spying on my house 🙂 brilliant.
KT
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I remember those crazy meals! Very fun piece.
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Great piece of poetry. And a lovely snapshot of the morning rush.
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Dear MJ,
I remember those breathless mornings. Love the last line. Great story for the prompt. 😉
Thank you for the congrats, I love it that I’ve left the job behind to take up a vocation. That works for me.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks Rochelle.
Glad you liked my story!
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Oh Gosh … just reading about the hectic morning routine had me exhausted and remembering those days way back when.
Proving your words brought us right into it.
A fun read. I enjoyed it very much.
Isadora 😎
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Thank you – your comments mean a lot to me!
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Should come with a warning for asthmatics..ha ha, that’s funny.
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Well, don’t want to be sued – we all take Health and Safety seriously here at wordpress. 🙂
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I wish our rushed and blustery mornings were as cheerful!
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I think my backwards looking spectacles are a bit rose-tinted!
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