Last Friday morning I was awakened by the most glorious sunlight streaming in my bedroom window. I could hear birds chirping. For half a second I thought I was dreaming. And they panic hit. My heart rate soared and I grabbed my phone. I had ten missed texts.
“where are you”
“are you up”
“we are outside”
“are you alive”
Because the girls swim at different pools we have an elaborate carpool system set up. Not ONE but TWO people had come to our house at 5AM to get my girls (remind me to fire Teddie as a watchdog) – we not only slept through our alarm but also people beating on our door and ringing our bell.
After the panic subsided I was hit with another wave of it. I was responsible for bringing three kids home from the practice Sarah and Sophie attend. I knew that it was game over for Sophie, she needs a solid 15 minutes to get up and doesn’t do well with any variation of the schedule. Grace’s practice was too far away for me to get her to it. So I drug Sarah, half asleep to the car. She put her suit on in the car, all the while crying because she was hungry, had to pee, had not brushed her teeth and was going to be embarrassed for being 30 minutes late. Me? I hadn’t had a drop of coffee, the car needed to use autopilot, I was in uncharted territory driving without caffeine. I did a rolling stop in front of the pool and told Sarah to use the restroom and then race downstairs. I would park and come apologize to the coaches.
By the time I had parked, Sarah was back at the door. Tears streaming down her face.
“Mom, you are at the WRONG pool”….
At this point, I couldn’t torture her anymore. I took her back home, told her to go back to bed and made a pot of coffee. I filled my 20 OZ Hello Kitty Tervis Tumbler with coffee and raced to the correct pool to bring my carpool kids home. When I walked in I saw panic on the coaches faces as they scanned the pool wondering where my kids were. By 8AM I was in full blown “worse day ever” mode.
An intense workout at the gym helped soften the blow and I then took the girls to lunch and shopping for birthday presents for dad. We had a quiet dinner at home and by 8PM all peace was restored. (A glass of wine also helped).
At the swim meet the next day my girls were on fire. They all swam really well. I was asked in front of the coach what they did differently to which I laughed and said “they skipped practice yesterday”. The coached joked that I shouldn’t tell people that. I was then asked what they had for breakfast.
Yeah, they had donuts.
We all have our moments. And everything is always fine in the end…Glad to have worst day ever over. (#136 worst day ever)