You know how it is...you're running late, trying to get the kids ready for school. It takes a miracle sometimes to get everybody through the door. This morning was no exception.
Yesterday at work, I had around a twelve hour shift so I came home last night starving and exhausted. Waking up this morning, it took everything that I had to get things into gear. Our two older boys were already on their way to school but our younger son, Preston, still needed to get ready for preschool.
His school is only about five minutes from our house but class had already begun and I was still running around the house trying to find his shoes. To make matters worse, I was still in my pajamas.
Hoping that Preston's shoes were in the car, I put the two kids in the back seat to try and make some headway. Jackpot! Both sets of their shoes were there. Now, to find my jacket to throw over my pajamas...then we could run Preston to his class.
Time was on my side and I smiled at the fact that sometimes it actually IS good to be late. All of the other kids would have been dropped off by now, so no one at the school would see how completely 'awesome' I looked in my jacket, PJ's, crazy curly morning hair and unkempt appearance. All I had to do now, was sneak Preston into his room with a wave of my hand through the door and be on my way.
What's that saying about the "best laid plans"?
Pulling into the school, I was surprised by the amount of cars in the parking lot.
"Ummmm...Pret? Is there something going on at school today Buddy?"
"I dunno Mommy."
Getting the kids out of the car, I nervously hoped that I wouldn't see anyone in the building. Pulling the front door open...things looked to be pretty safe. There were no groups of people, no one in the halls...everything was all clear. I felt better and began to rush Preston to his room.
"Come on Buddy, we're late and we need to hustle!"
Making our way down the long school hall, I noticed that most of the classrooms were full of parents. (What's going on?) The rooms we passed were for the younger students so I hoped that Preston's class would be safe. Getting closer to the door of his room though, sure enough, I began to hear the voices of what sounded like people...a lot of people.
Wanting nothing more than to turn and go back to the car, Preston said, "Mommy! A party!"
He was right. His whole classroom was filled with the Moms of his classmates. There was a Mother's Day celebration this morning and everyone was dressed to the nines.
The Moms were all in cute outfits and dresses, pretty shoes, their hair was clean and smelled good, make up and lip gloss...and then there was me...the mom in her pajamas with bed head.
If I could have crawled into a hole I would have. Still in the hallway, I gave Preston a hug and said, "Little man, I'm not going to go in...you can come home with us if you want to but Buddy, I'm not dressed."
Looking up with disappointed eyes, Preston turned to see his friends. "Mommy, I want to go in but I want you to go with me."
And there you have it. No greater love does a mother have for her child than to walk into a room full of people, naked. Pajamas yes...but at the time, it felt just about the same.
Preston has two Wonderful teachers and they gave me a beautiful card that he had made with his painted little handprints along with his list of things that he filled out about "his Mom".
There was breakfast and juice...it was a wonderful celebration that I would have loved on any given day.
Preston's class has some of the nicest parents you could ask for. I embarrassingly explained my appearance to one of my favorite Moms in the class named Erin. She laughed when I told her as she looked at my crazy hair. Smiling, she said, "I would love to have curly hair like that Girl! Own it!"
Erin was right. It didn't matter what I looked like. What mattered was that one little preschool boy shared a morning with his Mom and gave her gifts that he had made with his own two hands. He didn't care what I looked like or what I wore...as long as we were together.
All in all, it was a fun filled morning. Mortifying...but fun. I got back to the car and sent a text to Adam saying, "You would not believe what just happened."
It was a Mother's Day celebration that I'll never forget.
I guess at least we didn't have parent/teacher conferences today. I can't wait to see what I'll wear for those!
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Yesterday at work, I had around a twelve hour shift so I came home last night starving and exhausted. Waking up this morning, it took everything that I had to get things into gear. Our two older boys were already on their way to school but our younger son, Preston, still needed to get ready for preschool.
His school is only about five minutes from our house but class had already begun and I was still running around the house trying to find his shoes. To make matters worse, I was still in my pajamas.
Hoping that Preston's shoes were in the car, I put the two kids in the back seat to try and make some headway. Jackpot! Both sets of their shoes were there. Now, to find my jacket to throw over my pajamas...then we could run Preston to his class.
Time was on my side and I smiled at the fact that sometimes it actually IS good to be late. All of the other kids would have been dropped off by now, so no one at the school would see how completely 'awesome' I looked in my jacket, PJ's, crazy curly morning hair and unkempt appearance. All I had to do now, was sneak Preston into his room with a wave of my hand through the door and be on my way.
What's that saying about the "best laid plans"?
Pulling into the school, I was surprised by the amount of cars in the parking lot.
"Ummmm...Pret? Is there something going on at school today Buddy?"
"I dunno Mommy."
Getting the kids out of the car, I nervously hoped that I wouldn't see anyone in the building. Pulling the front door open...things looked to be pretty safe. There were no groups of people, no one in the halls...everything was all clear. I felt better and began to rush Preston to his room.
"Come on Buddy, we're late and we need to hustle!"
Making our way down the long school hall, I noticed that most of the classrooms were full of parents. (What's going on?) The rooms we passed were for the younger students so I hoped that Preston's class would be safe. Getting closer to the door of his room though, sure enough, I began to hear the voices of what sounded like people...a lot of people.
Wanting nothing more than to turn and go back to the car, Preston said, "Mommy! A party!"
He was right. His whole classroom was filled with the Moms of his classmates. There was a Mother's Day celebration this morning and everyone was dressed to the nines.
The Moms were all in cute outfits and dresses, pretty shoes, their hair was clean and smelled good, make up and lip gloss...and then there was me...the mom in her pajamas with bed head.
If I could have crawled into a hole I would have. Still in the hallway, I gave Preston a hug and said, "Little man, I'm not going to go in...you can come home with us if you want to but Buddy, I'm not dressed."
Looking up with disappointed eyes, Preston turned to see his friends. "Mommy, I want to go in but I want you to go with me."
And there you have it. No greater love does a mother have for her child than to walk into a room full of people, naked. Pajamas yes...but at the time, it felt just about the same.
Preston has two Wonderful teachers and they gave me a beautiful card that he had made with his painted little handprints along with his list of things that he filled out about "his Mom".
There was breakfast and juice...it was a wonderful celebration that I would have loved on any given day.
Preston's class has some of the nicest parents you could ask for. I embarrassingly explained my appearance to one of my favorite Moms in the class named Erin. She laughed when I told her as she looked at my crazy hair. Smiling, she said, "I would love to have curly hair like that Girl! Own it!"
Erin was right. It didn't matter what I looked like. What mattered was that one little preschool boy shared a morning with his Mom and gave her gifts that he had made with his own two hands. He didn't care what I looked like or what I wore...as long as we were together.
All in all, it was a fun filled morning. Mortifying...but fun. I got back to the car and sent a text to Adam saying, "You would not believe what just happened."
It was a Mother's Day celebration that I'll never forget.
I guess at least we didn't have parent/teacher conferences today. I can't wait to see what I'll wear for those!
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