Like magic all fights stop and, everyone scrambles to find what ever they didn't pack.
There are always things not packed even though Mom -that's me- spent at least 20 minutes last night interrogating various children, "Are you totally packed and ready for school? Are you sure? Do you have your PE kit? Flute/Euphonium/Recorder? Swim suit towel? Homework? iPad charged? BlahBlahBlahBlah...." Lots of eye rolling and "Yessssss Motheerrrrrr" in response. And still, every morning, the scramble.
Looks of panic. Fights stopped mid sentence. 2 minutes of mad scramble. Blessed quiet. I can finally drink my coffee. Clean the mess left in the kitchen from 3 kids making breakfast and 1 dad making 3 lunches. Put my feet up and just enjoy a moment of peace.
My new favorite word ever.