Two alarms erupt,
signalling the start
of chaos, confusion and cacophony:
complaining and crying, bickering, shouting, shoving and screaming.
Peace is negotiated
(or a temporary ceasefire)
and reconnaissance begun –
the search for:
bags, books, homework, lunch boxes, laptops, timetables, socks, shoes, hats, phones, notes…
Further intervention is required for
effective feeding and
smudges from faces, soiled clothes, gum from hair, unspeakable substances in the bottom of bags and miscellaneous contraband…
Finally the first two are out the door:
and (almost) on time.
Savouring the coffee scented silence,
(the smell and sound of victory),
I plan stage two.
The mating call of a fog horn?
or the death song of a sea monster?
PARP PARP PAAARP, PARP PARP PAAAARP
echoes through the house –
the first two bars of Hot Cross Buns
(forte, with indefinite repeats),
for beginning trumpet
and advanced insanity.
Yes, it was hard working at home with kids during the lockdown – trying to get them to do some (any) schoolwork while getting my own work done. But I was enjoying the less rushed and more relaxed mornings. And not having a commute meant an extra hour of sleep most days. yawn.