“Don’t you have a skort? Check the closet.”
“Do it again. Sam, I’m coming! I have to get your sister ready, first!”
“Never!” His favorite interjection. “Dad can do that.”
“Yes, I can.”
“OK, Sam, Quick round of balloon …. Chewie get out of the kitchen. Honey would you put him out and close that door.”
Next door’s dog was barking incessantly. Normally, it doesn’t bother me, but Friday, each yap penetrated to …. That wasn’t next door’s dog, that was my dog, “Chewie get in here and shut up! Jesus, what was that all about?”
Scott failed in the laundry quest, too. “Caroline, you’re going to have to wear a dirty pair.” Typically, he can produce clean clothes from the dryer as if by magic. “The skort still looks OK.”
“It won’t help today, but see if she’s got any in my backseat. She had to change at ballet a couple of times.”
“Mom come back.”
“We’re all done, Sam. I need to get Sis ready, and you have to wear shorts over the underwear. Come on, baby doll! Hair!”
“Somebody needs to play with me!”
Scott had achieved coffee. “Five minutes, Sam. We’ll do five minutes of Legos, then you need pants.”
“Caroline, hair! Now!”
“I need goo first.” Eczema, sweat, and awkward washing habits have rendered her left ear bloody in back.
“After hair! Take a shower tonight. Put on some deodorant for right now. Put on a LOT of deodorant. Holy God it’s 7:30 already. How did it get to be 7:30? Hair! Come on, hair! You can put on deodorant in the car.”
“Here’s your Coke, Jessie.” Blessed caffeine.
Frazzled and amped up, the kids and I piled into the car for the morning’s low flight through rush hour traffic. “Great take-off,” Scott said, waving from the door.
And it was. Nobody got bitten; there were no sobbing meltdowns; and, while one of them was a little smelly, the kids’ personal hygiene was at least on par with the other children in their classes. All of the stressors were manageable. I won’t look back fondly to this; I know myself too well. But compared to the mornings with time-outs, misunderstandings, and four way battles, Friday was awesome.
Jessie Powell is the Jester Queen. She likes to tell you about her dog, her kids, her fiction, and her blog, but not necessarily in that order.