Have you ever had one of those mornings where nothing works in your favor and you’re rushing to get out the door on time and when you finally pull out of the driveway, it feels like an elephant is sitting on your chest?
The night before, as I sat down on the couch to watch an episode of Gilmore Girls, I knew it would have been more intelligent to spend some time prepping for the following morning. You know, getting things ready for my meeting, packing Jack’s overnight bag for his sleepover with Grammy and Pop, making sure I actually pressed the start button on the dishwasher…
But instead I pressed play, ate a piece of pie, and almost fell asleep on the couch before heading up to bed at 9pm like the rockstar that I am.
And the next morning was chaos. I sincerely tip my hat to all working parents who have to engage in that circus routine every morning – you are actual rockstars.
Anyway, I had a meeting that went longer than it should have, and by the end, no amount of pretzel sticks or Elmo on the iPad could contain my toddler’s fury. After shhing and apologizing to the professionals affected by Jack’s cries, we headed over to
sweet, sweet relief the grandparent’s.
As I drove away, I let out a sigh of relief knowing that Jack was with two of his favorite people for the next 24 hours, and the elephant stepped off my chest.
Then I got the text: are there shoes in Jack’s bag and we’re just not seeing them? Or a bottle?
You know what’s next. My in-law’s kindly went to buy my savage son a new pair of shoes and a new bottle because some days I just don’t have my shit together.
(They even tried to make me feel good about it.)
If only I were that noble, sweet Mother in Law…