Patience

Apparently I need to work on my patience. Especially with Ladybug.

The other day I drove up to her daycare to drop her off for the day. I am not a morning person. I barely notice things. And unless it is prepared the night before or it is routine, there is little hope that anything will get done. And now that I have given up all caffeine -- the diet -- there is little chance of me coherent in the mornings. Make you feel good knowing that I could possibly be driving on a road near you?

Anyway, I drove up to the daycare and parked. I noticed a woman standing next to her car with the back door open. I noticed her because she was wearing really really high heels. If my heels are over an inch I can promise that my feet will be aching by the time I get out to the car. What kind of job can you possibly work at that it is appropriate to wear such high heels? Okay, the secretary at my office wears them too but ... well she is a different story.

So I get out of the car and get Ladybug out. We enter the code to the door lock and go inside. I walk her to her class and sign her in. I chat with her teacher for a few minutes. I love her teacher. She gets Ladybug and yet adores her at the same time. And then I realize that I have forgotten Ladybug's milk in the car (she is lactose intolerant so I bring special milk for her to the school). I told you that I can't remember anything in the mornings unless it is routine. So I head out to the car to get the milk. This woman is still standing by the car with the back door open. I can now see that her son is in the back seat doing something. Not sure what. I grab the milk and head back inside. I find the cook and give her the milk. We then get into a short conversation because she is curious as to what I might be doing to Ladybug's hair for graduation. I have to come up with a hairdo that will fit under the graduation cap.

But alas, work is waiting for me so I start to walk out the door of the daycare center. The woman has closed her door and is now walking into the daycare center with her son. I went into the building twice. I had 2 conversations. And she stood at the car door waiting for her son. I would have freaked. I would have been dragging Ladybug out of the car. I would have walked into the daycare without her (she knows the code). I need to work on my patience because that woman must be a saint.

Mean Mama