It’s one of those mornings where getting out of the house for work feels like I’m leaving for a week-long vacation and frantically trying to not forget something important. My wife does an amazing job of prepping the night before since she leaves early and I take Julia to school. But still I can never seem to get the hang of just calmly walking out with Julia knowing I’ve covered all our bases.
Take today. Normally I “just” need my lunch, her lunch, her blanket, her snow pants, and my work bag. Check, check, check, check, and check. Oh, but today, I have the car, so don’t forget to take that house-sized bag of dry cleaning too, since my wife and I are both running out of clean clothes.
And, oh, that’s right, my wife is picking up Julia after school, so I need to somehow shove our stroller into the trunk and leave it at the school for her to bring Julia home in since our sidewalks are still too icy.
And, geez, don’t forget those 2 giant bags of trash, one with Ben’s stinky diapers in it, at the top of the stairs.
Nope, got it all. Good.
So 5 minutes later, pulling into the parking lot at the school. I unstrap Julia and suddenly do a Homer Simpson “D’oh” slap of my forehead.
“Julia, what did we forget to do this morning?!”
Big smile. “Ahhhh, brush my teeth. Now I’m gonna have dirty teeth, Daddy”
“Okay, sorry Julia, we’ll brush them tonight.”
Lug everything into the school, and get back behind the wheel when suddenly it hits me.
I forgot to brush my teeth too. “D’oh!”
Good thing I keep a toothbrush and toothpaste in my drawer.
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