Wednesday, January 5, 2011
“NOOOO! GO AWAY! GO AWAY!”
I heard Parker screaming at my husband while I tried frantically to get ready for work. “Oh, shit,” was my only thought.
Every once in a while, out of nowhere, Parker wakes up on the WRONG side of the crib. When this happens, he usually DEMANDS that only MOMMY can change him and get him ready. However, getting Parker changed and ready is DADDY’S job while Mommy finishes getting ready for work.
We have the routine down to a science. It works. It is efficient and fast. It is predictable.
Except on times like today.
We did not have time for this.
By the time I arrived at work (very late), no one has any idea that I have already withstood the MIGHTY toddler tantrum. I have wrestled with an octopus and a car seat. My husband and I have taken multiple trips of STUFF to the car because The Mighty Toddler refused to put on socks and shoes and jacket. We have Had-It-Up-To-Here. I still needed to drop the maniac at daycare.
All it looks like to anyone else is that I was practically running through a snowy, busy school parking lot so I could arrive in my office before students at the bright and early time of 7:45 am. Who knew what teachers, administrators, and parents thought as I barely made it in time to hand out the morning behavior cards.
I hoped my child was settled in at daycare. I hoped my child was not coming down with something.
I made it in the school building.
Ready to help take care of other people’s children all day.