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So Ezra's (ZAH! ZAH!) first day of school went very well, provided you don't bring up the part where I forgot to go get him at the end of the day.

Oh, you're gonna bring up that part? FINE. You're a bitch, though.

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Figure 1: Glorious light-filled angel babies who deserve better

Noah's bus arrives around 3:25/3:30. But it arrives maaaybe a block away, just around the corner, over there-ish.

*points over shoulder at office window just to really clear it up for the folks reading at home*

Thus, "picking Noah up" usually goes something like this:

1) La la la worky work work work type type

2) OH SHIT LOOK AT THE TIME

3) Dash downstairs and out door

4) OPTIONAL BONUS ROUND: Put on shoes, be showered, vaguely presentable, etc.

5) Be at least down to the corner by the time the bus is pulling up to the stop, so Noah can see me and be secure in the fact that his mother loves him and cares enough be in the general vicinity of his bus and would never, ever just completely forget our daily homecoming ritual. 

Ezra's new extended school day ends at 3:00, but there is no bus. His school is about a five-minute drive away, and yet "picking Ezra up" went something like this:

1) La la la worky work work work type type

2) OH AWESOME LOOK AT HOW MUCH TIME I STILL HAVE BEFORE THE BUS GETS HERE

3) La la la Internet dicking-around timez now

4) Wait.

5) There's something...I was supposed to do? 

6) Something extra?

7) *checks daily master to-do list*

8) *which is really just a hot pink post-it with some scribbles on it*

9) HOLY FUCKING SHIT

10) SHOES KEYS TODDLER OMG TODDLER'S SHOES OH FUCK HIS SHOES I'LL CARRY HIM BAG! BAG? KEYS? AAAAAAEEEEEEIIIIIIIII 

(Luckily I really ended up not being THAT late, plus his school has an aftercare program so he was still surrounded by kids and teachers...it wasn't like I arrived to find the whole place locked up while a sobbing Ezra sat on the curb with a pissed-off adult who was going to forever brand me as the NEGLIGENT MONTESSORI MONSTER of the school year.)

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Figure 2: J'accuse!

(And today is Ike's first day of school. So dear God, please someone remind me that I have to pick him up by noon, and that I probably need to be wearing pants by then as well.)

 

Comments

Karly

Amy, you're officially my favorite person ever.

SarahB

Yeah. I have had a theory for awhile that every Monday morning I am going to forget *something* or be late...that's gotten a little better, but sheesh, I only have one kid!

Love the light-filled photo...Ike is so tall!

Sara

something about this makes me want to give you a hug. and maybe a glass of wine when the kids are all home today after school

sarah

Your boys are getting so big! And I'm sure the teachers understand that it's hard to get into a new routine. My sister got the time wrong picking her daughter up from the first day of preschool and was an hour late. And they didn't have an after care program, as it was the middle of the day and the next batch of kids was arriving.

mpotter

awesome!
makes me feel much better that i forgot a juice box for the bean's lunch on her first day of kdg.

so glad crisis was not crisis-y.

go get Ike. in like 1/2 hour, k?

liz

Time to get Ike NOW!!

Sue W

Are you gone yet?!

Sue W

Are you gone yet?!

Amalah

SUCCESS!

Ike was officially retrieved on time.

(Well, maybe one minute late, but that was because Noah has off today and couldn't find HIS shoes when it was time to go.)

(Look at me, blaming my firstborn for habits he clearly learned from me. I am SO winning at this parenting thing.)

Lindsay

Dude. It's 11:45 where I live. Does that mean this reminder is already late? Shit!

Cara

Three different pick up times? Dear Lord - set alarms, my dear, set alarms.

Linda

I think J'accuse is more Je suis flipping toi off.

cagey (Kelli Oliver George)

This is first year where my kids have the SAME schedule. 1st grade and 2nd grade, ALL DAMNED DAY. The past few years gave me more than a few panic attacks with 4 different drop off/pick up times. Ugh.

Lynda M O

I remember the evening the husband was supposed to pick up the kid by six but was listening to Chicago radio (we lived in Key West FL) so the time they were blatting about was an hour off. Oh boy was she pissed when he finally showed up. Long before cell phones (she's 27 now and still a pissed off kid).

caree

Don't feel bad. I can remember a time when my regular babysitter was a functional alcoholic that LOVED ME TO PIECES and oh, would sometimes forget me at school. Hey, it was the 80's and my mom was a single mother for a while.

Leigh Ann

The ONE day (in the 2 weeks they have been in kindergarten) I was a teeny bit late and wasn't already standing outside the door when they led the kids out, my girls looked like I had abandoned them. They were sitting there, teary eyed with all of their classmates. They'd maybe been out there 2 minutes, but YOU WEREN'T HERE WHEN WE CAME OUT, MOM!

Cassadie

I am 36 and I STILL remember getting forgotten at preschool. I stood by the window, waiting for my parents to come and get me as it got dark and everyone else went home. Finally my teacher TOOK ME TO HER HOUSE. I remember she fed me a hotdog (my parents were vegetarian). I'm not sure if it's the trauma of being forgotten or the hotdog that made this so memorable. I still give the folks shit about it, naturally.

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