This is not just a bench.
It’s the “get on the bench” bench. Do you guys have something like this? A place where you round up your kids to get their shoes on before you head out the door?
This is our place. It’s our bench. Made custom by my dad (of course).
Every single morning before we leave the house I yell, “Boys, go get on the bench please!”
I have many bench stories I could tell you. Because, you see, this “bench” is not that big. It requires them to sit RIGHT next to eachother. You would think two loving brothers would just eat that up! In a perfect world they would be sitting there peacefully while I put their shoes on. Telling eachother jokes and laughing.
But this bench, is about to become the death of me.
It always starts out pretty on the bench. Smiles. Happiness.
And before it’s all over…they’ve collided heads at least twice and it’s full break down mode.
It doesn’t make for a easy exit out of the house.
I think we need a new morning routine. Either that or a bigger bench.