Calgon Take Me Away

That is just one of those pregnancy moment … it isn’t where the Calgon comes into play.

In typical Leanne-fashion I procrastinated.  I knew where all the documentation for *C’s* screening was.  SS card and birth certificate locked-up in our firebox, proof of residency in the office-filing cabinets, report from preschool teacher in his school folder in the kitchen.  Yep – would take me 5 minutes to round it all up.

WRONG
An hour before we were supposed to be at the school I opened up the firebox to discover the birth-certificate was AWOL.  So I went into panic mode.  I searched the home-office… nope… I looked in the lock-box /a few times/… nope… I searched kitchen drawers … nope.  I still don’t have an answer.  At the screening I had to hang my head in shame and say it was missing and I would get a new one ASAP.  After much tsk-tsking from the secretary I think I made it apparent I KNEW it was important.  Sigh…

So *C* was in one room talking to different teachers: assessing shapes, alphabet, rhyming, typical pre-k type of stuff.  I’m in another filling out paper-work out the ying-yang.  Then comes the page, “Please remit a check for $X amount TODAY for all-day kindergarten.”  (Yes, our school district requires a hefty amount of money – like over $1k, sickening – for full-day kindergarten, half-day is free.)  I didn’t bring the check-book.  So once again … I had to hang my head to tell the gals I don’t have a checkbook.  She told me I had enough time to run home and get it.  So I ZOOMED home.  Grabbed the checkbook.  ZOOMED back to the school where *C* still was.  All the while berating myself for forgetting.

So there is two strikes.  1) Birth Certificate and 2) Checkbook.

Here comes Strike 3.

Every Monday I pick *E* and our neighbor up from school.  They are one of the last stops on the bus-route (and yet one of the first in the morning! Go figure.)  I do Monday pick ups and my neighbor does Thursdays.  It’s just our way of letting the kids have an extra 30 to 40 minutes in the afternoon two days a week.  Usually, I leave here around 3:20pm, get there around 3:25, and the doors open at 3:35.  I HATE being late for ANYTHING. At 3:33, as I sat on my comfy couch, working away, *C* playing on the wii, I realized I needed to pick up the kids today.  Ya, that did wonders for my blood-pressure…

So we ZOOMED.  Arriving at the school around 3:40.   (Parents that aren’t there by 3:45 are called to the office and have to pay for an hour of latchkey.)   We made it by the skin of our teeth.  As I peeked my head around the corner I saw my *E* standing REAL close to our neighbor-friend, lower lip trembling.  But he held strong and was glad to see me.