Does anyone else have trouble with getting their littles dressed in the morning? Please tell me that I’m not the only one or I might just cry! I wrote ‘Get Dressed Right Now‘ in zest some time ago where it first appeared on Meet Other Mums, then later over at Rhyming With Wine. However, it’s still very much a part of our morning struggles and no matter what angle we try, nothing seems to be working.
Little Miss Button is like any fournado,
Full of squealing and protests and peculiar behaviour,
But the thing that she really truly detests,
Is the simplest task of just getting dressed.
When the time comes she opens her eyes,
Peeps from the covers, ‘it’s morning’ she cries,
Chirpy and cheerful she jumps up and down,
I bring in her clothes, but oh gawd… there’s that frown.
With a squirm and wriggle she attempts to escape,
In Super Girl style the bedcovers her cape.
She throws a big wobble and struts up and down,
‘I’m NOT getting dressed mum’ she booms monkeying around.
Just your pants I plead, these excellent pants,
I wave them at her as I do THAT mummy dance.
Look! I yelp swinging them way up high,
She gives me THAT look and she prances right by.
‘I’ve got you’ I pounce with all of my might,
I wrestle Miss Button as she goes to take flight.
Somehow I do it, she’s back on the bed.
But with elegant grace, she flips her legs over her head and kicks me right in the face.
Then there is silence, but not the golden kind,
She uncovers her eyes, worried what she might find.
A patch on my face feels rather hot,
Her widening eyes tell me that it’s not just a dot.
Anxious and cautious she gathers her clothes,
She folds them politely and is full of ‘Oh no’s’!
She fixes the bed, as best as she can.
I call for Mr Button, right… I need a better plan.
He eyeballs my cheek bump and says with conviction,
That if she doesn’t get dressed she can forget playing kitchen’s.
There will be no making or baking, or fun trips out,
If she continues to behave like a miniature lout.
In a last ditch attempt I turn to the tactics,
Getting ready for another blast of vocal gymnastics,
I will go along with Miss Buttons dramas,
That’s ok, I smile sweetly, go in your stinky pajamas!