I’m a first born. Rules and authority are very important to me. Being on time is Very Important to me. So I freak out at any sight of lateness. I get antsy and yell-y. I guess I get close to becoming a rabid dog. I’m even worse when it’s my fault.
So when I was working on some paperwork for Evan’s school (because, Of Course, I can get it done before school instead of doing it the night before) and I noticed I was already three minutes late, I got panicky.
Then I noticed Evan didn’t have shoes OR socks on.
While I was trying to get Evan to put on his socks, I grabbed Sean to sit on my lap to put on his sandles. I noticed he was wet.
As in wet! As in he PEED HIS PANTS!
Are you KIDDING!
So then I got yell-y. As I tried to get Sean to strip. And The Husband stepped in and sent Evan, Aidan, and I on our way.
But Evan’s lunch box needed a juice box and an ice pack. my cell phone was on the other side of the room, NOT in my purse. And where was that damn pizza form?!
And WHY AM I IN THE GARAGE WITH A BABY IN MY ARMS AND NOT IN HIS CARRIER?
I think I’m heading for an early heart attack.
After herding Evan into the car with strong, loud language, I realized The Husband had borrowed my car last night, so the keys were in the house, not clipped on my shorts. I grabbed them and my purse and the form and jumped in the car and pulled out.
I was a street away when:
Evan: Mommy, where’s mt lunch box?
I looked in the back. No lunch box! I swore I grabbed it when I grabbed my purse. I drove back. There it was on the floor on the garage.
Me: I swear I put it on the hood with my purse when I put you guys in.
Evan: I moved it.
We were off again. Only now there was a car diagnal in front of the gate, trying to get it open. Idiot. Finally, the idiot moved, so I could trigger the gate. And of course, we missed the light.
And I resigned myself that we would be late. On the second day of school.