Dear Kind Woman who sits at the front desk at school,
I can't imagine what you must think when I run into school with the kids, gasping for breath at their untied shoes and dragging backpacks. You've witnessed everything from their crazy hair and unzipped pants, to me in my scrubs for work - or pajamas. It never seems to phase you.
I don't know all that you probably see in a day...from the most beautifully put together parents and their proper children...to well...us. Half the time we've forgotten a lunch box or a backpack, sometimes socks or a workbook. The kids usually look unkempt and I'm almost always frazzled.
What I wish I could tell you, is that mornings like these...when I wake up only to sit on a soaked toilet seat from three boys with bad aim, to then take the fastest shower possible only to get out and step into a puddle of piddle from our new puppy...these are the mornings when it takes all that we have just to get out the door.
When breakfast is burnt and we ran out of bread for lunches...when it takes forever to find twelve shoes, six outfits or even the keys to the car...only to fly out of the garage and ram straight into an old TV...yes...it's smashed. This is why we look the way that we do.
One might suggest that we wake up earlier to avoid the rush. Today I woke up at 4 am. Not because I wanted to, mind you...but just because I did. It didn't matter. We still ended up as the crazy ball of chaos that you've come to know throughout the year.
Between the six of us, it seems to be somewhat of a statistical improbability to hope for anything less.
So to you dear, kind woman who sits at the front desk at school, Thank You for never giving us a judgmental glance or looking at me with annoyed glare for our wild scurry of an entrance through your doors.
If I ever get the chance to have enough time to get breakfast for you...or even a cup of coffee...one day I will. Just to show my appreciation, for your understanding.
Until tomorrow...yours truly,
Beatty
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I can't imagine what you must think when I run into school with the kids, gasping for breath at their untied shoes and dragging backpacks. You've witnessed everything from their crazy hair and unzipped pants, to me in my scrubs for work - or pajamas. It never seems to phase you.
I don't know all that you probably see in a day...from the most beautifully put together parents and their proper children...to well...us. Half the time we've forgotten a lunch box or a backpack, sometimes socks or a workbook. The kids usually look unkempt and I'm almost always frazzled.
What I wish I could tell you, is that mornings like these...when I wake up only to sit on a soaked toilet seat from three boys with bad aim, to then take the fastest shower possible only to get out and step into a puddle of piddle from our new puppy...these are the mornings when it takes all that we have just to get out the door.
When breakfast is burnt and we ran out of bread for lunches...when it takes forever to find twelve shoes, six outfits or even the keys to the car...only to fly out of the garage and ram straight into an old TV...yes...it's smashed. This is why we look the way that we do.
One might suggest that we wake up earlier to avoid the rush. Today I woke up at 4 am. Not because I wanted to, mind you...but just because I did. It didn't matter. We still ended up as the crazy ball of chaos that you've come to know throughout the year.
Between the six of us, it seems to be somewhat of a statistical improbability to hope for anything less.
So to you dear, kind woman who sits at the front desk at school, Thank You for never giving us a judgmental glance or looking at me with annoyed glare for our wild scurry of an entrance through your doors.
If I ever get the chance to have enough time to get breakfast for you...or even a cup of coffee...one day I will. Just to show my appreciation, for your understanding.
Until tomorrow...yours truly,
Beatty
Please Remember to VOTE below each day! THANK YOU!
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