I laid out everybody's clothes, shoes, jackets and hair accessories ahead of time. Preschool bags were packed and waiting in the van. Breakfast was prepped and directions to preschool were written down. I also talked him through how we usually make our way from the car to the classroom, and how he'd need to sign in, etc. So what was left for him to do as I drove away?
- get the kids out of the cribs and out of their jammies
- get everyone downstairs
- get breakfast on the table, give OTC allergy meds and brush teeth/floss
- clean up breakfast
- change diapers
- dress kids, do hair, put on jackets and shoes
- load the car
- drive to preschool and drop off
Being the one to go through this routine most of the time, I know things can go south in a hurry. When one or more of the kids don't want to come downstairs on time. When milk cups are spilled at breakfast. When doing hair is exactly the last thing the kids want to do. Or when any attempts at keeping us on time are met with, "Do it SELF!"--which means we are definitely going to be late. But apparently not a one of these things happened. When I met Travis in the preschool parking lot for a car switch, he only had one complaint. Some parking problem (which he felt was gross negligence on the other party's part--obviously). Sheesh.
Upon reflection, I have a few thoughts.
- If parking was the worst part of his morning, then I must be doing something wrong. Because parking is NEVER the worst part of my anything.
- Travis is clearly so adept at fatherhood that I no longer need to assist in situations like these. I mean, nobody tells Jordan how to find the net.
- I have never enjoyed being at the dentist so much in my life.
- It made me smile to find that breakfast wasn't totally cleaned up when I got home. It was 90% done, but 90% is not like Travis at all. So there must have been at least a little stress : )
- It made me super-smile to find that he had taken out the diaper trash. I mean roses are nice, but that? That is love.
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