There are these moments with two children, when things are so ridiculously out of control that all I want to do is laugh, cry, run or just stand still. Very very still. This morning I ran.
After two weeks, school is back in session. I normally take Henry to school around 10AM. This gives us time to eat breakfast slowly, get dressed, watch George, and play something together. But with the baby, quite frankly, I have less energy to provide Henry with a well-rounded morning, and I was ready for a Henry break, so I took him in at 9:15. BIG MISTAKE. They were in some assembly in someone else's room and BOTH of his teachers were out so he had TWO subs. Yes, after no school for two weeks he comes back to strangers in a strange room. I was livid. It was 35 degrees outside and Eleanor was howling and when I tried to drop Henry off he started howling. So I had two, very loud, howling children in my arms while this assembly was going on and everyone was silently looking at us while praying (yes, they were praying---we walked in while they were doing a morning prayer thing that I know nothing about b/c we're never there that early) and I could either be warm and disrupt everyone with my howling children, or I could stand outside in the 35 degrees with my howling children. So being polite we continued our screams outside and then when this seemed to not be advancing my cause, I just opened the door and kind of shuffled Henry into it and then ran like hell out of there, hearing his cries all the way to my car.
Now, if I were not holding a freezing cold newborn I would have just taken Henry home with me but when Eleanor cries, she means it. I just wanted to flee. So I did and when I was almost home I felt so awful about leaving Henry like that that I nearly threw up. I called Justin and begged him to go save our boy.
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