I am an idiot. A complete, blundering idiot. I know better, I know WAY better. Even when I called Lance to tell him what I had done, the first words from his mouth were, “but you KNOW better!” I was floundering for some random excuses, like you know…well, the baby put cheese in my coffee this morning, so I wasn’t exactly on my game. But we both agreed, there is no excuse. I made a really bad mistake.
I could try and point the finger at Hannah. She woke us up at 3am to tell us she’d “leaked” in bed. So while I stripped and re-made her bed, Lance hosed her off and re-jammied her. We had her snuggled back into her bed within like 8 minutes and honestly, that was her first accident in months. I could try and point the finger at Eliza. She put her string cheese in my coffee this morning. And she was even sneaky about it; she had bit off just enough cheese so that it wouldn’t show above the coffee line and I would have no idea it was in there. Except for the weird sheen it gave my coffee… It all went downhill from there.
So, we did our normal preschool-morning routine, but were out the door at 8:15 instead of the usual 8:17. Those 2 minutes. If only I’d dallied a little bit, I wouldn’t have had to wait in the hallway outside Hannah’s classroom until they opened the doors. The preschool is very strict about timing. Which, really I can understand and totally appreciate. But, I found myself having to make small talk early in the morning. I never have to do that. I’m great at making small talk at pick-up time, later in the morning. But not early in the morning.
One of the mommies who I see every day, and smile at every day, and sometimes even chat with a little in passing, was waiting in the hallway as well. I don’t know what the hell I was thinking, but I looked at her and with a big smile and a little head tilt, said, “ooooh, I didn’t know you were pregnant too. When are you due?” It wasn’t until her facial expression changed and she started shaking her head noooooo, that I realized my error. There is no recovering from that though….that was bad. I started apologizing left and right, saying I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry. And then, she says..”I’m not pregnant, I’m just fat.” OMG!! I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry. I saw your shirt with the gathering there and just assumed, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry!! Of course, right then the classroom doors open and the teachers start the let the kids in.
I was horrified by what had just come out of my mouth, and had no idea what to do. I figured I’d better just leave before others started coming in and listening to me babble about her not being pregnant. After the fastest good-bye to Hannah, Eliza and I were out the door and in the car. But now what? I’m going to see that Mommy every day. And just because of the way my day is going, I know I’ll see her at pick-up time in an hour. Maybe along with some more apologies, I’ll add in that I had cheese-coffee today and I’m really not myself. That I do know better than that and am, so very sorry.
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