I sometimes hear talk about how bloggers don’t always present themselves honestly, and only share the sunny, polished, high points of their lives. It’s true that, in keeping with the title of my blog, I usually post about things that I love, which means they are experiences or products that I’ve enjoyed and are worth highlighting here – translating into positive stories. But while I know I don’t delve into my deep dark secrets here at This Mom Loves (you know, because I have so many), I’d like to think that I’m self-deprecating enough to give you the idea that I in no way am trying to present myself as perfect.
The morning rush the next day was a bit more difficult with my hubby not home (oh, who am I kidding, it actually goes a bit smoother when he’s not there to mess with the routine) as well as because it was picture day and all three of us required a bit of extra maintenance. I never let my girls wear their hair down to school during lice season (by which I mean September to June) but I told Frannie I would curl her hair for the picture, as long as she pulled it up after. I hoped that Maggie wouldn’t notice that she only got a simple braid, compared to her sister’s more labour-intensive style (no way was my five year old with waist length hair wearing it down to school). Oh, but she noticed…and unfortunately didn’t understand my logic. Let’s just say the tantrum involved burrowing her head into a pillow, which then necessitated the rebraiding of the hair.
And that was just the warmup.
Once we were all photo-ready (except for Frannie’s curls, which of course lasted less than 30 minutes), we were heading out the door. I texted my sister-in-law who provides our before and after school care and told her I was taking the kids right to school with me since we were running so late.
The thing is, it appears that a truck does not start if one is not in possession of the keys. (I know, shocker.) The keys that were taken out of the ignition the night before and brought into the house. The keys that weren’t where they were supposed to be in the morning. Okay people, my things are always where they are supposed to be, so this was a bit of a stressor. I will spare you the details of how I checked and rechecked the vehicle, garage and house while frantically looking at my watch, but the bottom line is I couldn’t find them anywhere.
I got a hold of my friend/coworker, also running late, who generously agreed to come completely out of her way to pick up the three of us (she was much more concerned about the Tiffany key chain than the keys themselves) and we landed at school with precisely two minutes to spare before the bell rang. Not exactly my usual time of arrival. Luckily we both had our days planned and just hit the ground running. My students were much more amused than I at the turn of events, but hey, might as well turn it into a good story for the classroom.
Fast forward through 8 hours of being fixated on where the keys could possibly be (when I went to grab a parcel from the front door, maybe my keys fell on the steps and overnight a wild animal picked them up and took off with them?), and another teacher kindly drove us home to begin our search. Promising a cash (or valuable coin) reward to the finder, the girls and I got to work, and hallelujah, our prayers to St. Anthony were answered, and what was lost was found.
Where, you ask? Well, right on the seat of one of the kitchen chairs, neatly tucked in under the table, where I suppose I should have served my daughters a home cooked meal the night before, and none of this ever would have happened.
Did I learn my lesson and head to the stove? Nope…I handed both girls a toonie for their seeking efforts, just before hubby arrived home early with some fresh and healthy subs from Subway. Okay, fine, and a bag of soft, gooey cookies, but come on, it had been quite a day!
Disclosure: This is a sponsored post, but every word is true. Seriously, why would I make this stuff up?