Of rainy days and maidless mornings

This morning was dark with stormy clouds and with thunder rolling across the sky. Mamma was tempted to pull the blanket back over her head and go right back to the land of nod. But no, tiffins had to be made and packed, brat had to be awakened, bathed, dressed and taken to school, and ergo, mamma hauled her carcass off the bed and toodled to the kitchen. The cook sent message that she would not be in, thanks to some sudden mysterious ailment.
Mamma hit panic button and began working like a multiple handed goddess, chopping, heating, packing, and doing the morning routine of soaking clothes, etc. The pater stepped into the bathroom had his bath, the brat was awakened, hauled to the potty and bathed, and mamma managed to get herself bathed and dressed and out of the house by 7.30 am.
It was pouring cats and dogs and the brat was instructed to drape his self in his Ben 10 raincoat, which he did reluctantly. The traffic jam to school was one long long jam, which would have probably lasted till the brat started growing a beard, so mamma and brat decided to step out and walk through the traffic to school.
It was an adventure in itself, dodging puddles, getting spattered by passing buses going nonchalantly over water filled potholes, and mamma and brat reached semi drenched and laughing into school, well over 10 minutes late for opening bell.
The brat's school shoes were soaking wet. "Take your shoes off in class," mamma yelled from the outside. He looked back at mamma like she were the village hick.
Mamma repeated her instructions. He turned round and gave her a look from hell.
And trotted back, face ablaze with embarassment. "It is not allowed," he hissed into mamma's ears. "We canna take our shuz off in class. All dirty smell will come from our feetz."
Err, yes. That made sense.
Mamma prayed the soaking wet shoes dried up quick and resolved to ensure he wore sandals tomorrow.