I love the name of the blog: cheaper than therapy, because while writing can be creative, exploratory, and fun, it also serves a serious need at times to process life through all of its experiences and the emotions they instill. So, pardon me if I turn all you lovely gossiping mommies into therapists for a few minutes, but I have a confession to make. Anyone have a couch I can lay on before we begin? Here goes:
I took a nap yesterday afternoon. There you have it. I mean, if I am old enough to be an almost empty nester at the ripe old age of
29 38, don’t I deserve an afternoon nap? It is tiring trying to decide what you want to be when now that you are all grown up. I digress, because the nap really wasn’t the problem.
What happened was that I didn’t set the alarm right, it didn’t go off, and I woke up at 4 p.m.—yep! 40 minutes AFTER school let out. This may not have been such a big deal if the school were within walking distance, or if I lived 5 minutes—even 10 minutes—away. It certainly wouldn’t have been as big of a deal if the school would have answered their phone so I could have informed them of the emergency. But… It became a huge deal. I live 30 minutes away from the school in good traffic. It was an amazingly hot day. The school was not answering. My closest friend, who lives close to the school and whose number is the only one I have memorized (just got a new phone and haven’t synched to my contact list yet) wasn’t available. I could picture the headlines:
Woman Sleeps Through Carpool, Children Kidnapped
…or fast forward 2 years
Negligent Napper Gets Nine to Life
Fortunately, T-Daddy doesn’t work too far from the school and transformed into Super T-Daddy, put on his super fast flying cape (otherwise known as his Toyota FJ), and rushed from a very important meeting at work to the school all in time to save the day in a single bound.
The good news: the kiddos are home and safe and the careless cat napper avoided getting the chair. The not-so-good news: T-Daddy justifiably stayed Super, but just Super Mad! Should I blame him?