My Morning
The day feels like it has been a frenzy already, and it's just barely past 9:00. Mornings are always that way -- just the process of getting two little kids up, fed, dressed, brushed, and gathered out the door is occasionally a feat in and of itself. This morning there was no milk in the house, so I also had to do all of that without coffee.
R. and I drove Kiddo #2 to his preschool, dropped him off and chatted with the teacher, after which we drove to the bakery for my coffee. Then back home. I parked and we walked up the hill to R.'s bus stop. Two minutes before the bus was due to arrive R. announced that she had to pee. Really badly had to pee, as in she didn't think she could make it to school without peeing. I tried to nicely but firmly say that she was going to have to hold it until she got to school. That it wouldn't be that long and she could handle it. She got upset, the bus arrived and off they went.
I walked back down the hill and as I was putting my key into the front door I flashed back thirty some years (give or take a few) to another unlocking the door moment. I was arriving home from school, the classic latch-key kid, and had been making a heroic effort to hold my pee on my entire bus ride home from school. Now, at the front door and moments away from a bathroom I couldn't keep it in anymore and wet my pants on my own front porch.
I thought of my kid there on the bus, making her own heroic effort, and there was no other choice. I ran into the house, grabbed all of my things for work, as well as a change of clothes for her (just in case), jumped into my car and raced across town to her school. The school bus and I arrived at the same time, and I was waiting as she got off with a quizzical look on her face wondering what on earth I was doing there.
Did you make it? I asked.
I made it, she replied.
We headed straight to the bathroom, she peed, and then walked me to the school gate to wave and hug goodbye.
That's what we mamas do for our kiddos. Now I'm uber-late to work, and off to the rest of my frenzied day.
R. and I drove Kiddo #2 to his preschool, dropped him off and chatted with the teacher, after which we drove to the bakery for my coffee. Then back home. I parked and we walked up the hill to R.'s bus stop. Two minutes before the bus was due to arrive R. announced that she had to pee. Really badly had to pee, as in she didn't think she could make it to school without peeing. I tried to nicely but firmly say that she was going to have to hold it until she got to school. That it wouldn't be that long and she could handle it. She got upset, the bus arrived and off they went.
I walked back down the hill and as I was putting my key into the front door I flashed back thirty some years (give or take a few) to another unlocking the door moment. I was arriving home from school, the classic latch-key kid, and had been making a heroic effort to hold my pee on my entire bus ride home from school. Now, at the front door and moments away from a bathroom I couldn't keep it in anymore and wet my pants on my own front porch.
I thought of my kid there on the bus, making her own heroic effort, and there was no other choice. I ran into the house, grabbed all of my things for work, as well as a change of clothes for her (just in case), jumped into my car and raced across town to her school. The school bus and I arrived at the same time, and I was waiting as she got off with a quizzical look on her face wondering what on earth I was doing there.
Did you make it? I asked.
I made it, she replied.
We headed straight to the bathroom, she peed, and then walked me to the school gate to wave and hug goodbye.
That's what we mamas do for our kiddos. Now I'm uber-late to work, and off to the rest of my frenzied day.