My husband, went out of town to a conference.
So did his best friend who does carpool on Tuesdays.
But Scott forgot to tell me this.
This I find out at 8:00 this morning when Jack
is supposed to be at school at 8:15
because, of course, today they are testing and
they must not be late.
Have you ever seen a woman try and get herself and
three children dressed, fed and out the door in under
It's not pretty. Let me re-phrase. I was not pretty.
The bad hair ratio was 3:1.
Jack, who was ready for school, looked fine.
Addison (1) had gelled his own hair with syrup.
Will (3) had gone to bed with damp hair and
looked a bit like Don King.
I, who had not yet showered, managed jeans and a sweatshirt
that had apparently been made for my kindergartener.
I whipped my hair into a ponytail, and headed out the door.
We made it just under the wire before the bell rang,
Will,with sleep encrusted eyes, and Addie with one shoe.
I shamed myself, my children and my husband with my appearance.
Nothing can be done about that.
As for Scott, he already knows not to come home without chocolate.