|My preschooler will soon be a prekindergartner|
- Left Liam at school after argument over whether or not he could climb over the central console and balance on movable armrests in the front seat. After telling him "no" twice, he proceeded to do it anyway. Felt guilty that we parted in anger.
- Headed to our village hall twenty minutes away to apply for building permit needed to fix broken fence. Copier broken but they'll take my check. "Come back in a few hours to pick up the documents." I just smiled. I won't be back for at least ten days. Village Hall is not open Saturday and closes at 4 on weekdays.
- Drove another mile to purchase giftcard for Henry's teacher. She really is wonderful despite this morning's interaction. That was more about me than her.
- Did I mention it was pouring rain and there's construction EVERYWHERE?
- Returned to Liam's school at the appointed time. Brought covered dish to pass as requested, then sat and waited. Always fun to sit in pew by yourself when every other kid has a contingent of seventeen adult family members. Program started 20 minutes later.
- Watched as Liam searched for me in the audience and as he came close to tears when he couldn't find me. Sighed with relief when, after the second song, he managed to locate me in the second row.
- Tried to enjoy post-program brunch but had to keep checking the clock.
- Liam and I drove to my workplace and met his babysitter in the parking lot. Did I mention that it was pouring rain? Did I mention that I love his babysitter?
- Commenced teaching my eighth grade class at 12:15 pm thereby ending my 1/2 day off.
The fine print: Of course the day didn't really end there. At 4 pm, I drove the twenty minutes to pick up Henry from after school care. We then drove another 25 minutes to collect his brother, headed home to let the dogs out and grab a snack. We capped the day by driving in horrendous rush hour traffic for swim lessons and then on to the McDonald's drive-thru. Days like this really must end with McDonald's french fries.