I’ve been thinking about doing a post like this for a while now. Perhaps I was waiting till I had a good day, or until nothing embarrassing happened on any particular day. Well, time’s up. I’m plowing ahead …good day or embarrassing.
I wake up at 5 o’clock this morning. Not because I’m going to the gym or anything like that. No, I wake up at 5 today because my daughter, Allyson, is coughing and needs her rescue inhaler. I give her the two puffs that should ease the coughing and tell both girls to go back to sleep. (I might have implied that it was the middle of the night. Not sure.) Neither am I sure whether they actually go back to sleep. But I manage it, which is really what I’m most concerned about, truth be told.
Then, at several minutes before 7 I get out of bed and make it known to the school-aged people in the vicinity that it’s time to get up and get moving. Shortly after this, there arises a discipline issue that requires my attention. At 7:45 the kids are making progress (one, more than the other) and Jeff, who has listened to me handle the morning’s “issue,” graciously reassures me I had handled it well. (This is probably the most satisfying moment of my entire day. It’s amazingly helpful to hear that he agrees with how it was done, being as there are always moments when I second guess my decisions in such matters.)
Allyson is still coughing — a lot — at the breakfast table. When I check to see how many puffs are left in her inhaler, I discover the counter reads zero. Duh! Suddenly, I’m doubtful that she got any of the necessary medicine earlier this morning, so we get out the new one and do it again. I decide to drive her to school and go in and have a short conversation with the school nurse about the fact that a cold this week is making her chronic cough worse, and we discuss strategies on how to help her today.
With Allyson safely, if not healthfully, deposited at school, Katey and I head out to find some shoes that fit her little feet. I realized earlier in the week that the shoes she’s been wearing were purchased for her exactly a year ago, which could explain the funny little hitch-in-her-git-along when she wears them. Why does it always take me so by surprise when my kids grow out of their clothes? I always get a feeling, something like, “What! You’ve grown aGAIN?! Where’d that come from?!” It really shouldn’t be a mystery to any parent, I realize. At least until their kids have a graduate degree. They grow. It’s what they do. And we’re off to the shoe store.
Katey informs me that she needs to have pink shoes. That sparkle. I inform her that she needs to have shoes that fit, and if we find them in pink, and in our price-range she’ll be one lucky little kindergartner. As it turns out, the store is having a sale, so I also get Allyson a pair of cute boots for five dollars. (Did you know that “boots look teen-ager-ish”? Or, so I’m informed by my youngest.) We find a cute little pair of gold-ish shoes for Kate. And they sparkle, they fit, and are on sale. So, the fact that they’re not pink is okay, even with Katey. It’s a happy trip and we head happily home, where we’ll work on getting lunch before heading back to school to drop off the other child.
Well, it seems that if I were to tell you about an entire day in the life of the Caddicks, it would take way more than one blog post, and you would be exceedingly happy that you don’t live here because it would be too much excitement for one day. So let’s just call this A Morning In The Life, instead, and be done.
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