Get Dressed Right Now!


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.


Help… anyone!?!


Get Dressed Right Now



Get Dressed Right Now!

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!






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This post is linked to: #DreamTeam, #FridayFrolics


  1. March 14, 2017 / 5:55 am

    I love love love this poem – it’s one of my fave things you’ve written! I too still have a similar battle most days. Hopefully the cheek bashing was a one off though lovely? 😉 Thanks for having me over to cohost #DreamTeam with you! x

  2. March 14, 2017 / 6:47 am

    Ha! We’re not quite at that stage yet, but the Popple can have very specific opinions about what she does and doesn’t want to wear. She might have loved a dress last week and then hate it this week. #Dreamteam

  3. March 14, 2017 / 7:42 am

    Oops forgot #DreamTeam!

  4. Nige
    March 14, 2017 / 8:16 am

    Brilliant and unfortunately all true happens in this home every day love it thanks for hosting #dreamteam

  5. March 14, 2017 / 10:12 am

    Haha, brilliant! Oh the fun I have to come! #DreamTeam

  6. March 14, 2017 / 4:57 pm

    LOVE THIS!!! We currently always have to have a Lightening McQueen tshirt on offer otherwise it goes down!! I get Daddy to dress him on nursery days!


  7. March 14, 2017 / 8:20 pm

    Ha ha this all sounds way too familiar! The mouse translates ‘time to get dressed’ as time to sprint as far away as possible!
    Thanks for hosting #dreamteam

  8. March 14, 2017 / 8:43 pm

    This is brilliant! I can imagine having these exact battles. Jacob HATES having his clothes changed and he’s only (almost) 7 months. I dread what he’ll be like in a couple of years! #DreamTeam

  9. March 14, 2017 / 9:02 pm

    Oh, it makes painful reading – not just because of the kick to the face, but because of the memories it triggers of months of similar dramatics!!!! Years of repeating ‘Put your shoes on’ like a broken record. Getting them dressed gets easier…But by then you’ll be writing a poem about teenage angst!!! #Dreamteam

  10. March 14, 2017 / 9:28 pm

    Wow awesome poem! We are not on that stage yet but anyway getting dressed my son is so hard;p

  11. March 14, 2017 / 9:39 pm

    Great poem that no doubt many can relate to. I especially like using the bed as a cape, Chloe #dreamteam

  12. March 14, 2017 / 10:17 pm

    HAHAH YES!! All of this, times four!!! My problem is that by the time I have got one of them dressed the other two have ran off, and by the time I have those two dressed the first one is undressed again! It’s like a comedy sketch but where no-one is laughing!!!! #dreamteam

  13. March 15, 2017 / 4:29 pm

    You’ve just summed up my day, every day.


  14. March 15, 2017 / 4:35 pm

    hahaha this is brilliant! i’m yet to get to the stage where Ben makes it hard to get dressed but im dreading that hahaha #Dreamteam

  15. March 15, 2017 / 5:44 pm

    Oh this made me giggle. I struggle ever so badly to get my 3 year dressed at any point of the day. I’m pretty sure she would happily go out in her knickers if it was allowed. #DreamTeam

  16. March 15, 2017 / 7:53 pm

    Haha, great poem.
    We are not totally at this stage yet but I can feel it coming.

    🙂 #DreamTeam

  17. March 15, 2017 / 8:40 pm

    Oh my goodness I’m not sure about the terrible twos sounds like I should be more wary of them turning four! #DreamTeam

  18. March 16, 2017 / 8:04 am

    I react to mornings the same as miss button does! Well not really. This sounds like long mornings for you. Perhaps the stricter route may be needed to improve things #dreamteam

  19. March 16, 2017 / 12:34 pm

    I wish I could be so creative with things that drive me mad!!! #dreamteam

  20. March 16, 2017 / 2:03 pm

    My God what is it with getting dressed. Honestly, EVERY morning, grrrrrr… It’s a common struggle do not fear! Great poem, loved reading it. #DreamTeam

  21. March 16, 2017 / 2:09 pm

    Hand mine isn’t one and it’s still a struggle #dreamteam

  22. March 16, 2017 / 6:27 pm

    Hehe! Oh Miss Button, you don’t want to go out in your stinky pyjamas! This was brilliant, thanks for sharing! #dreamteam

  23. March 16, 2017 / 7:50 pm

    Totally using ‘Fournado’ from now on! Awesome post

  24. March 16, 2017 / 8:17 pm

    Lol! Very good! My kids take flipping ages to get dressed. They wander around like they’ve got all the time in the world while I nag and nag at them to hurry up and get dressed, then when I eventually lose my rag and scream at them they look at me as if to say ‘What’s up with you?’! Argh!! #DreamTeam

  25. March 16, 2017 / 9:28 pm

    hehe! we’re not there yet, but the tantrums getting dressed caused already makes me fear for when she’s old enough to dress herself!!!! I will recall this when the time comes…! #DreamTeam x

  26. March 18, 2017 / 8:53 am

    The ‘boom’ gif really added to this poem. I love it! My daughter is only 11 months, but I’m sure it’ll be soon when I’ll have inspiration to write such a poem too. #FridayFrolics

  27. March 18, 2017 / 5:22 pm

    Perfection in poetry dear Dawn. It’s also as if you’ve been eye-spying our household each morning. to get the littles to do anything, let alone get dressed, is a gargantuan feat. Brilliant! #dreamteam

  28. March 18, 2017 / 6:56 pm

    Haha I love it. We aren’t quite there yet (although my 15 month old doesn’t really like being changed or dressed either!) but I’ve heard all the folklore about getting kids dressed – especially once there’s school uniform to contend with My sister reckons she spends a good 40% of her life asking her kids to put their shoes on or find their shoes!! #DreamTeam

  29. March 21, 2017 / 12:41 am

    For our little one its brushing her teeth every morning that we struggle with! I’m not sure which problem I’d prefer, the teeth or the clothes 😉 Super impressive poem! Emily #DreamTeam

  30. January 9, 2018 / 2:57 pm

    Ha this made me giggle I keep saying mines two going on twelve. parent struggles. #DreamTeam x

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