Posted on | July 28, 2011 | 9 Comments
This was not my finest morning.
Around 4:00 am, J woke up begging for “More night night bottle.” I tried to ignore him for as long as possible because usually he drifts back to sleep without incident. Not so this morning. Finally, close to 5:30, he managed to get back to sleep so needless to say the 6:30 wake up time didn’t go over so well with either of us. Around 7:20 I was wide-eyed awake and managed to get him up as well. Luckily I had taken a shower last night so I figured it would be a quick turn around to get out the door.
I picked J up from the bed and took him with me to take the dog outside. It wasn’t until we got back inside and I put him down that I realized his diaper was overful and he had been happily peeing all over me as we walked around outside. My shirt was soaked and there was no way I was going to work smelling like my kid’s piss. I changed his diaper, threw in a movie, and jumped in the shower to wash it all off. It’s pretty much rote for me in the shower, especially when I’m tired, so without thinking, I doused my hair under the spray first.
Might as well wash it at that point.
I rushed through the rest of the drill then hauled it into my work clothes and slapped on make up before starting to dry my hair. Inexplicably, I managed to slam myself in the face with my hair dryer, right on the top of my nose. Slap on more make up to cover the quickly spreading bruise.
Around five after 8 we were on our way to school. Phew. I would be a bit late, but no big deal. I called our receptionist to give her the heads up that I was running about 10 minutes behind, and we pulled into the school parking lot, just as another parent pulled their child out of their carseat.
In their swim suit.
It’s freaking water day.
I take J inside and apologize to his teachers. I call work and tell them I’m now going to be about 30 minutes late as I have to go home and get all of J’s swim stuff.
I drove back to the house, ran inside, and discovered….
The bathing suit was in the washing machine.
It was clean… it was just soaking wet.
So I got to spend the next ten minutes hand drying not just the bathing suit but the rash guard… by hand… with a hair dryer.
By the time I got back in the car to head back to the daycare, I should have been annoyed. I mean, let’s face it, it was not the best morning, right? But when I pulled up to daycare and jumped out of the car, I found myself in a line of parents, two fathers and three mothers including me. We were all walking into the facility with towels and bathing suits. And none of us had children with us.
I started to laugh.
One of the mothers turned around with a tired look. She saw my stack and, as if only now realizing the rest of the crowd, looked around with a smile growing on her face. She smiled at me and waved with her free hand. And then one of the fathers, dressed in his best suit with his newly shined shoes, threw up his hands and shrugged.
What can you do.
Some days? You’re just not on your game.
And the old me would have found a reason to complain and whine and throw an all out pity party for how dammed unfair it was that I was doing all of this by myself and waah waah waah. But the new me?
The new me finds this morning pretty hilarious.