This week, our fall activities started up. Music class yesterday, “school” today, cooking with Gamma tomorrow. So far, so good.
She just barely humored me with this forced “cheese” face. But as it was her first day at the once-a-week park district drop-off, I thought a picture was in order.
Assumption: I thought she’d need help transitioning.
Reality: I begged for a good-bye hug. She ignored me. Damn independent kid.
Boo and I spent our free hour on an impromptu hike in the woods. Well, I hiked. She napped.
Now I understand why people wear work-out clothes to school drop-off. A brisk 2.7 mile walk in jeans & flip flops while pushing a +25lb child in a 13lb stroller on an 85 degree day?
Bad idea.
Also, I am not pregnant. That belly bulge is just my Mom Body. This is the most I’ve walked since moving to the suburbs, so this is me, 7 months postpartum. Keepin’ it real.
The parts of the hike that passed through open fields were amazing under this sunny September sky, but… so hot. The amount of sweat pouring off my body was astonishing and only made worse as I realized I was going to be late to school pick-up if I didn’t start jogging. In jeans and flip flops. In 85 degrees. Pushing a (non-jogging) stroller.
I am a poor planner.
But we made it! We were only 2 minutes late, but still the last family to arrive.
Want to feel like a heel? Walk into a half empty classroom, push through a couple of happy parent-kid pairs, and see your kid sitting alone at a table, a forlorn look on her face, her art project tight in her little clenched fist, wondering if her mama is gonna show up.
I’m lucky she forgives easily.
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