cigarette smoking should be banned essayEver notice how some mornings are just tougher than others to navigate through? You know – mornings when your 8-year-old announces that he forgot to mention part of his homework 15 minutes before you have to leave for school?
I find it’s usually something as simple as that, that can set an entire day’s tone if I’m not careful.
This morning held true to form. What began with a forgotten word search (crumbled up in the bottom of the backpack, mind you) continued with the realization that I’d forgotten to put the load of jeans in the dryer the night before.
After a mad dash through the house to locate a “spare pair,” I hit ‘em with some fabric freshener and tossed ‘em in the dryer for good measure, made breakfast and got dressed.
While Colton got dressed, continued his word search and ate his cream of wheat, I headed out to start the car.
With one minute to go, we crammed the word search back into the backpack, headed out the door and loaded into the car.
“Wow, Mother. Can you even see?”
I’d turned on the car’s heater, but forgotten to push the defrost button. Luckily, the windshield was peppered with frost flakes (not to be confused with Tony the Tiger and his Frosted Flakes), so I was able to navigate well enough to see the road. (Don’t try this at home, readers…)
Thankfully, the school is less than half a mile away. Unfortunately, the line was backed up a block or so and none of the cars were moving. I suspected that everyone else was having “one of those days” as well. Almost 10 minutes later, we made it to the drop off lane (although we never quite figured out why the line was moving so slowly).
“Bye, Mother – love you, see you this afternoon!”
“Bye – love you, see you this afternoon – have a great day!”
As I drove off the school property, I noticed that my windshield had finally thawed out. The sun was coming up without a cloud in the sky.