A short, first-person YouTube monologue about the chaotic difficulty of getting three young children out the door. The speaker describes repeated small delays—children needing toilet breaks, losing socks or helmets, refusing to go, meltdowns and carrying bikes—emphasizing that only parents with multiple young children can relate.
Getting out the door with three kids is a fucking. Just an absolute joke, honestly, especially if the kids are little. I mean, I've got friends with, you know, teenagers, it's hard enough, but when all the kids are. I mean, actually the litless one is the easiest one because he's not disappearing off anywhere. But here's what happens. It takes you about 20 minutes, half an hour to get out the door and then one needs a poo, then one needs a wee, then one's lost his sock, one's lost his crash helmet, then one doesn't want to go, then, you know, one needs a drink and 20 minutes, half an hour later, you finally get out the door and literally you've got like one foot away and one of them has a meltdown and doesn't want to go any further and you end up carrying his bike, pleading with him to go, shouting at him when none of that actually works at all. Only dads and mums with more than one kid can understand.
