Repeating yourself is something you definitely have to get used to with little ones. They have the ability to master the skill of being able to pretend they’re not listening at any time. Apart from when you ask them if they want a snack, then you can literally see ears prick up!

On the other hand, patience is not a skill that many little ones master. As soon as mum needs to do something, that is when all ability to be patient goes out the window.

With a toddler at home, I find my self repeating the mantra ‘two minutes’, so I can get on with the long list of household chores. This is my ode to my inpatient toddler.

Two minutes

Two minutes, two minutes,
I’ll just be two minutes.
Washing up, cleaning clothes,
The fairies will do it I suppose.

Two minutes, two minutes,
I’ll just be two minutes.
Cooking tea, mop the floor,
I’m really trying not to be a bore.

Two minutes, two minutes,
I’ll just be two minutes.
Tidying up, clean the bin,
Someone pass me a massive gin.

Two minutes, two minutes,
I’ll just be two minutes.
Almost done, I’ll be right there,
Please stop pulling your sisters hair.

One minute, one minute,
I promise only just one more minute.
Grab your coat. Where is your shoe?
Now you tell me you need a poo.

So it’s my turn to wait, which I hate,
And unsurprisingly we are running late,
But two minutes, two minutes,
We’ll be leaving in two minutes.

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