yeah write #53. If you're here from there, welcome!
I always worry this will happen, and this morning it did.
I was racing around the house, trying to remember everything, reminding Magpie (age 6) what she needed for school on this first day back from spring vacation and asking Kay (age 3) ever so nicely if she could please put on a dress or even a tee-shirt over her ever-present bathing suit.
Then it was the looking for the shoes, and the sweatshirts, and the arguing over whether they needed a coat if it was going to be 75 degrees later (their argument) or if they needed at least a light sweater because it was only 48 degrees now (my argument).
Next was a heated debate on what exactly constitutes the public schools "closed toe" policy on footwear, and then, finally, we were on our way. Throw in a lengthy discussion about whose turn it was to sit where, and we were off, for real this time.
There we were. Two girls secure in their car seats, one mom at the driver's wheel of her giant SUV. I pulled into the elementary school drop off line, said "'Bye Magpie! See you after school!" like I did every morning.
And she replied as she did every morning with: "'Bye Mom! 'Bye Kay! 'Bye Ziggy!"
Only this time, she added this sentence for the first time: "Mom! Ziggy isn't here!" I tried to stay calm as I said breezily "Don't worry, he's just at home."
Meanwhile I drove home as lickity-split as only a person can who has just realized that they have left their six-month-old baby ALONE at home, and not even necessarily secured in a play pen or stroller.
And to make matters worse, because I was so distraught, even though the school is only half-a-mile away from home, I kept making wrong turn after wrong turn and ended up completely lost.
And right when I thought to myself, I am never going to find my house..... I woke up.