funny day. a lot of rushing. late coffee. supposed to be 6 degrees, but feels colder. wet.
the bottom of my too-long pants get dirty and soaked. I feel like a teenager with messy cords on.
still, big smiles, lots of giggles.
My kids wake up, get dressed, make their beds and head downstairs for breakfast before I have pulled my sorry rump out of bed.
They prepared schedules the night before.
From 715 until 230, they are booked.
I need to go grocery shopping. I am told, as they head downstairs, that if I plan to make their lunches, I need to be back by 1130.
It’s some weird Freaky Tuesday.
I get out of bed.
A teacher at my son’s school most thoughtfully gave me a picture of my son taken last Halloween. He was Pee-Wee Herman.
I had small coat pockets so I slid it into a back jean pocket. I reminded myself: It may ride up and drop out as you walk.
This has happened before.
Then it completely left my head as I walked home.
Around 4, I realized I didn’t have it anymore. I retraced my steps to school and back (powerwalking, something I’ve never done before) and failed to find it.
My son is floating on the cold wind somewhere out there. I emailed the teacher and she emailed the picture to me this time.
He is safely in my hard drive now.Print
Already, this picture dates itself – taken a few weeks back, those red leaves are gone, the trees are bare. Sandy took care of that.
The kids in the morning as I stand with a sweater pulled around me, yawning. This year has been a different start for all of us. A walk to a bus stop with a friend for my daughter. A bike ride or scooter glide to school with buddies for my son.
And me on my own, making my way back home to an office and a cat, after I watch both kids disappear around the corner. If they were to look back and see, I think they’d think: Why is she still standing there? But they don’t look back.