Bad morning.
Devon woke up really early.
Layla and I woke up really late. Layla didn't even get breakfast but it's was ok because they feed them at the daycare. I forgot to grab my phone.
We got to Devon's school late and I had to get out of the car and check him in.
A father was checking his son in too and told the secretary that they were late because it was snack day for his child. (Every child has a day that their parents have to bring snacks for after recess.)
When he said that, I immediately thought,"When is Devon's snack day?" I knew it was coming up but couldn't remember the day. Instead of dropping Layla off at daycare, I went to the house to get my phone and check the calendar to see when that day was. Wednesday the 13th. "Oh, today." While home, Layla starting screaming "EAT". The way things were gong, she wouldn't have made it in time for breakfast at school anyway. Pop-tart for the road.
We go to the grocery store for some graham crackers and juice. An old man (bless him but I wasn't in the mood) wanted to talk to me about how cute Layla was and how she looked like her mom and how old is she and he has grandkids that live up north and blah blah blah. I felt bad for being rude but the clock was ticking loudly. Finally, I got Layla to the daycare (she doesn't cry anymore) and brought the snacks to Devon's school. The secretary had a good laugh when she saw me walk in with the snacks.
As I drove away, the first tinge of a major headache hit behind my eyes. So when I got home, I took Advil and fell asleep. My class was at 11:00. It's 1:00 and I just woke up.
Bad morning. I hate being late.
Layla and I woke up really late. Layla didn't even get breakfast but it's was ok because they feed them at the daycare. I forgot to grab my phone.
We got to Devon's school late and I had to get out of the car and check him in.
A father was checking his son in too and told the secretary that they were late because it was snack day for his child. (Every child has a day that their parents have to bring snacks for after recess.)
When he said that, I immediately thought,"When is Devon's snack day?" I knew it was coming up but couldn't remember the day. Instead of dropping Layla off at daycare, I went to the house to get my phone and check the calendar to see when that day was. Wednesday the 13th. "Oh, today." While home, Layla starting screaming "EAT". The way things were gong, she wouldn't have made it in time for breakfast at school anyway. Pop-tart for the road.
We go to the grocery store for some graham crackers and juice. An old man (bless him but I wasn't in the mood) wanted to talk to me about how cute Layla was and how she looked like her mom and how old is she and he has grandkids that live up north and blah blah blah. I felt bad for being rude but the clock was ticking loudly. Finally, I got Layla to the daycare (she doesn't cry anymore) and brought the snacks to Devon's school. The secretary had a good laugh when she saw me walk in with the snacks.
As I drove away, the first tinge of a major headache hit behind my eyes. So when I got home, I took Advil and fell asleep. My class was at 11:00. It's 1:00 and I just woke up.
Bad morning. I hate being late.