I am not a morning person, and having to hustle a fellow non-morning daughter to get up and get dressed so we can get out the door, in the car, and drive to school on time is a challenge. ?Especially since I also have to throw on clothes and dress a still sleeping 3 year old. ?There is nothing exceptionally different about my mornings as compared to other mothers. ?More or less, this is normal for most households.
Given that, the day started just like any other.
After getting my daughter to school I?commenced?with making coffee and getting to my t0-do list, which included folding the Mt. Everest of laundry and cleaning the bathroom so it smells like the rose garden it isn’t. ?The coffee was strong and I was on fire. ?I managed to whittle my to-do list down to a mere five items before lunch. ?This is what supermom mode is like. ?I was all about celebrating my success.
I sat down and had lunch with my 3 year old who was running around in his pull-up. ?He had stripped off the clothes I had put him in for the car ride as soon as we came in the door. ?This is normal, and one of the reasons I’ve been considering dressing him as Tarzan for Halloween–totally in character. ?After our little lunchtime chat, which would be very silly to anyone listening, I grabbed another load of laundry to throw in the washer.
When I came back into the living room my phone was on the floor. ?I picked it up, checking it to make sure my son hadn’t done anything like call the North Pole, and noticed I’d missed a call. ?Wouldn’t you know it, it was early release for my daughter’s school, and I had completely forgotten. ?The number of the caller didn’t match the number they told me to call and in my sudden panic I could not for the life of me dial the correct number to let them know that I was on my way.
Now, having been cleaning all morning, my hair was in a messy ponytail, I smelled like bleach, and I was wearing a ratty over-sized t-shirt and jeans barefoot. ?I had to scramble to get the wild boy dressed, who picked that moment to squeeze behind the sofa to hide. ?It was all I could do to get a shirt and pants on him, so I thought screw the shoes. ?I mean we’d be in the car, right? ??Then I threw on a sweater jacket and slipped on some shoes as I ran out the door nearly tripping because the sole was coming apart on the shoes I put on in my haste. ?Again, whatever.
As I’m driving I get an email alert, which I don’t check because I’m driving. ?It turned out to be from my daughter’s teacher making sure that I knew it was early release and needed to pick up my kid because she wasn’t sure if I got the message as it was sent by a co-worker using their personal phone meaning I wouldn’t recognize the number. ?That was super great of her, but I didn’t get that email until I got home.
Finally I reach the school, and circle around to see that my daughter is not out front waiting. ?Since it had been raining, and she’s in elementary school I figured they had taken her back inside the school. ?For this I am thankful, knowing she is in good hands. ?However, this also means that I now have to park the car and walk in looking like a crazy mess, carrying my barefoot 3 year old wild boy who is getting too big for me to be carrying. ?As I’m opening the door my phone goes off. ?Yep, the teacher was calling me again.
As the early release day lets out at 12:30 instead of the normal 2:30, and it was 1:30 by the time I made it to the school, I don’t blame the teacher one bit for both calls or the email. ?Having to walk in to claim my daughter in my humiliated state was actually fitting, I think. ?I made a joke that someone must have slipping some forget-me-mommy in my coffee, explained that I had forgotten, and apologized for inconveniencing the teacher. ?We all laughed about it, including my daughter, who thought it was?hysterical how silly I looked.
After all the work I had gotten done that morning, I had forgotten to check my daily planner, which clearly showed that it was early release day. ?It was a complete and total supermom fail.
screw the shoes….. love it. It could happen to any of us!
It totally could, can, and does; but I still hate that it wrecked the roll I was on. Oh, well.
I have forgotten Early Release more than once…. can totally relate!
Thanks. At least she came home to a clean house. 🙂