It’s a normal weekday morning. We wake up, get dressed, eat breakfast, and he plays with his toys while I pack his school bag.
We start to leave the house for school. He runs around the front yard shouting “Stick!” “Tree!” “Leaf!”. After days of rain, the sun is finally shining. It’s one of those perfect “I love being a Mom” moments. I bask in the adorableness of it all as I carry our bags in one hand, my coffee in the other.
That’s when it all falls apart, naturally.
I open the van door and set the bags down. I scoop up my son (coffee still in hand, what a pro!). He immediately flips out, squirming and kicking and “No no no no!!”. I set my coffee on the floor of the van and use both arms to wrangle this kid into his car seat. He pulls my hair and kicks me in the chest with his muddy shoes. Dammit! Oh well. I’ll come back home and change my shirt. He’s in the seat. Ahhh. I get in the car. Off we go. I back out of the driveway.
Wait. What is that noise? Glug, glug, glug….
It’s Mommy’s turn to have a tantrum. “No no no no!!!” Back into the driveway. Open the van door. Coffee ALL OVER the floor. ALL OVER the cloth diaper bag. “Nooooooo!”
Run back into the house. Do I have a clean diaper bag? Err, not exactly. Crap. I empty yesterday’s dirty diaper bag into the diaper pail. It smells faintly of pee. It’ll have to do. It’s going to have dirty diapers in it later anyway, right?
Back to the car. Ignore the coffee spill for now. We’re running late.
We get to school. He walks right in, neatly dressed and hair brushed. Meanwhile, I look crazy, with my ponytail askew and mud smeared all over the front of my shirt. And I’m carrying a day-old diaper bag, so I probably smell like pee.
I walk back to the car and burst out laughing. And then I see another parent giving me the side-eye. Oops. Better go home and change my shirt.
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