Shoozie-woozie

This morning the alarm did not go off.
I need to be at work by 8am.
In order to get my daughter to daycare just before 8am, we need to leave the house by 7:30am.
In order for us to leave the house by 7:30am, the alarm needs to go off by 6:30am.
This morning the alarm did not go off.


7:15am: I opened my eyes slowly and thought- my, the sun seems brighter than usual for 6:30am. Then I looked at my watch-- I filled with panic and dread and resignation all at once. Nothing to do but give it your best shot, right? Here we go-

I scooped up Millie and got her dressed. I brought her downstairs. I put her lunch together while Daddy gave her breakfast. I ran upstairs and got dressed for work while she ate. When I came back downstairs she was finishing breakfast. I told her we needed to get going to school now. She asked me to carry her. Hooray! I thought- I won't have to coax a dawdling toddler down the stairs. I scooped her up and flew out the front door and strapped her into her carseat.

7:45: Pulling out of the driveway. I raced towards daycare. Daycare is 20 minutes from our home. Fortunately the daycare is 1 mile from my job. Not bad, I think, I would be late but it won't be catastrophic.
8:00: In the home stretch, rounding the corner towards her daycare, a happy singsong voice from the backseat...


Millie: Where are my shoozie-woozies? Where are my shoes? Where are my shoozie-woozies? Where are my shoes?
Mommy: (Gasp followed by groan as she recalls how she scooped up Millie and swooshed out the door without the usual routine of stopping at the front door to let Millie put on her shoes) Your shoozie-woozies?


8:01: At the red light I slowly turn and look at my daughters sweet little sock covered feet. No shoes. Oh I was so close! I almost made it. For a few moments I contemplated whether or not the daycare would mind very much if she had no shoes for a day... no good. I've got to turn around and go home. We round the corner and make a loop and head back home. I call my office and tell them I've got a daycare emergency and won't be there. Hopefully I'll make it in by 9am.

8:25: Home again- run into the house, grab the shoes (and a banana for breakfast- now I've got all the time in the world, may as well eat). I place the shoes on my daughters feet.

8:50: Back at the day care, after her hour long scenic ride to daycare, Millie is dropped off with a smile on her face and shoes on feet.

9:00: Another working mom walks in the door, heart pounding and breathless, and prays for no more adventures for the rest of the day.