This morning was definitely one of those mornings. You know, the kind where tears are shed before you even get out the door? Oh yeah, that was us today. And the tears weren’t even just from the kids.
Nothing horrible happened, it was just a collection of little things… I got up late, which never helps, Kate hadn’t picked out her outfit last night so it took a while to figure out what she was going to wear. The big meltdown, though, came when I tied Kate’s shoes wrong. The loops were too big, which is apparently a very. big. deal. So I re-tied them and then went back to finish getting myself ready. When I came back out to where she was, she had taken the shoes off. I was not happy about this development and gave her quite the lecture. I tied her shoes once again, and she told me that Daddy does it better. I was about to chuck the shoes out the window.
After the great shoelace debacle, we went around and around again about what jacket she was going to wear. I couldn’t find the one she wanted, and none of the other 1,938 that she owns would do. Finally Andy found the one she wanted, and we were headed out the door when she turned to me and said in a very sad tone, “I’m sorry I drive you crazy.”
I bent down, told her how much she means to me, and started to give her a quick hug. Then I remembered hearing someone (Oprah? Mother Theresa? Carol Brady? Not sure) say that she never let go first during a hug, that she waited for the other person to release. So I waited. A few seconds later, we were on our way, but both a little calmer because of taking that time to reconnect.
