December 2009
We all woke up late and of course it was our turn to drive carpool. With an eleven-month-old and a three-year-old to get “outside, freezing-cold, ready” that takes any extra time right there. As we scramble to get Brennan ready for school, we realize no clean socks. I yell across the house, just dig some out of the hamper! (You know you're a “real” mom when you're telling your kids to get clothes out of the hamper!) I think, “We'll still make it on time.”
As soon as we go outside we realize we're in trouble. All the windows are heavily frosted. No problem, just hurry and scrape them off–right? Well, no problem IF you have an ice scraper! “Where are all the ice scrapers!” I ask myself. After frantically looking in the car, the back of the Tahoe and garage, I grab the first thing that I think might get the job done, the snow shovel. Not ideal, but in a few minutes we're off. We've successfully picked up all four kids and I think again, “We're going to make it before the tardy bell rings.”
On the way to school an argument starts up among the first graders. The kids are discussing what year it was when Kenzi's dad was "swerving around in his truck" after picking up the kids from school. Yelling starts, “It was in Kindergarten!” “No, First Grade.” It goes back and forth for a while and ends with Kenzi in tears. As we pull up to the school, I can't get Kenzi to stop crying or to leave the Tahoe. She's sitting right by the door blocking anyone else from leaving the truck.
As I climb out of the truck and try to coax Kenzi out of her seat, the bell rings. When Kenzi hears the tardy bell ring a switch went off, and she jumped out of the truck and headed for school. The other boys quickly followed and with a sigh of relief, I climb back into the driver's seat and think, “WOW! I’m exhausted and it’s only 8:45 a.m.”