Today marked my daughter's first field trip, a trip to Duffield's Farm, where harides, pumpkins, and all sorts of exotic germs abound. The most exciting part for the kids, however, was the opportunity to ride a real school bus, replete with gum stuck under the seats and questionable safety measures.
Needless to say, she was very excited.
I, on the other hand, was very anxious. Since I couldn't seucre a babysitter for the little guy, I would have to forego riding the bus with all the other mommies (so sad) and follow along in the car with little brother. This was okay, but it meant tons of planning, preparing, and timing...somthing hard to come by these days.
Now, when I have a busy day, I usually plan out everything the night before. However, I had a hair appointment (all my appointments are at night to avoid scheduling snafus), a Phillies game, major laundry, and a little editing that all needed to be done before my head found its pillow. In other words, I was left to scarmble a bit this morning.
While she decided to fight me on her outfit, he discovered the fun of hide and seek. By 8 o'clock I was seating, my nerves were shot, and I was praying we'd make it out the door in time to catch the school bus.
We made it....barely.
And as we peeled out of the driveway, both children remarkably dressed (albeit slightly wrinkled), I looked down to assess myself (always the last priority) and though I had managed to iron my shirt and coordinate cute shoes, I had failed to realize I was still wearing my pajama pants.
I'm 32, a dad, and I am not a douchebag...
6 years ago