Some days are a challenge from beginning to end.
As I write, I sit down to a cup of coffee that’s been warmed up in the microwave four times, and it is cold yet again.
I went to bed with a “kink” in my neck last night, which kept me tossing and turning as I tried to get comfortable to no avail. I debated calling my chiropractor to see if I could get in first thing in the morning.
On this Monday morning we were running a few minutes late (as usual), and I quizzed my kindergartner to see if he knew the way from the cafeteria to his classroom, in case his class had already made the trek. He immediately burst into tears knowing that we were late and that the kids would start journaling without him.
After assuaging his fears, I let him out of the car with a, “Have a good day!” He was upset and lowered his head when I tried to give him his daily peck.
It was only when he started running for the school door that I realized he forgot his lunchbox. I promised that I would bring it up to school in time for him to eat lunch with his class.
Next, I thought I’d get a jump on my to-do list, which included getting gas and a car wash. As I waited at the car wash for the car in front of me to be finished, my chiropractor called about a 9:30 a.m. appointment opening. Perfect! I had just enough time to get my car washed and get to my appointment.
It then occurred to me that although the car wash had stopped, the EMPTY car in front of me was not exiting. I notified the attendant. After someone drove the car out, I pulled mine in only to find the car wash broken and a car behind me was boxing me in, which prevented me from backing up.
After finally getting through the carwash, I called my workout buddy to see if she could meet me at the gym after my appointment. She promptly reminded me that my toddler son and I had our weekly music class on Monday mornings.
I should probably mention she’s not only my workout buddy; I also refer to her as my executive assistant. She absolutely knows my schedule better than I do.
I had five minutes to get across town. And then I realized my appearance and that of my toddler’s were only prepared for a school drop-off. My 3-year-old was wearing his pajamas with a Captain America costume over them, and I hadn’t even brushed my teeth. To make matters worse, when we arrived he finally decided to remove the costume he hadn’t removed in three days so all the other moms in music class knew I hadn’t even dressed him yet! Thanks.
We eventually returned home for lunch. As he sat down, I realized I had never taken my other son’s lunchbox to school. I ripped my toddler out of his chair without so much as a bite of his lunch, and jumped in the car.
After signing in at the school office, I ran to the kindergarten rooms as the kids were returning from recess. The teacher’s assistant caught me in the hallway with a knowing, “Here it is!” That one sentence me sure there was a minor meltdown about having no lunch just prior to my arrival.
Once we returned home, my “potty-trained” toddler proceeded to pee his pants.
“Is it really just noon?” I thought.
Earlier one of the moms at music class had said she wished she could call in sick to being a mom some days, as if it were a “job.” All the moms shook their head in agreement, myself included.
I think I wish that day were today.
