As many can relate whether you have a pet, child, children, or significant other waiting at home for you, late work days SUCK. Today in particular I had scheduled a pending club meeting after work and had to arrange someone to pick up Izkai from his little university aka daycare. While I was sitting in the meeting I kept checking my phone and fidgeting (which checking my phone is expected, fidgeting – not so much). I kept expecting the “Izkai got another report written up” text since he’s gotten two already this year (it’s only been 17 days into the year btw which I’ll save for a later post) but, instead I got the “you forgot to leave the key to the house” text from his sitter. OK – I asked her to go get dinner with him while I wrapped up the meeting – easy fix! Something still didn’t feel right though, that mother’s intuition is a mf (meeting f***er).
Finally on my way home this anti-donut mom over here stopped by Dunkin. I’m still debating whether it was to make Izkai happy or make me feel less guilty. I ran up my 20 steps – don’t quote me on the “20” but since this little guy can only count up to that number he somehow always makes them be 20 steps – anyway, I opened the door excited to see him only to find a baby face that looked like I missed his toddler boxing match today. I didn’t freak out I swear but my IMMEDIATE thought was – “WTF didn’t I get a phone call”. Now, I know I don’t pick up unknown numbers nowadays because they always call offering solar panels for an eligible home that I don’t own but I think I would’ve picked up a local number or I would’ve heard a voicemail. I understand there aren’t any broken bones or excessive continuous bleeding but I would like to be a little prepared to what I’m coming home to. Perhaps it’s nothing I should leave work for but I would’ve totally skipped that club meeting to come home to cuddle. The boo-boo post was apparently posted on the daily connect this morning which I promise was not there when I last checked at 1:30PM. Plus even daddy Mark who’s more on top of this parenting game didn’t see it – maybe we coincidentally had one of those busy days but still!
In conclusion, I currently have a happy almost 3 year old in the tub playing with bubbles and as I’m staring at his bruised nose I’m willing to pay extra at drop-off tomorrow for a phone call next time something of this nature happens and they don’t receive a reply from us within the hour after posting. And while Izkai’s here with the boo-boo I’m the one hurting for him, but knowing his face-plant could’ve been worst I’m appreciative of his current smiles. Am I overreacting?!, I would love to hear from mommas, caretakers, daycare owners etc. on thoughts and experiences with boo-boos and smiles.