It has been one of those mornings again.
Our van is with our guy who fixes things for the weekend. Nick's dad hooked us up with a rental from where he works, but only Nick is allowed to drive it. So, Nick gets to drive the roomy mini van around while I squeeze all the kids into the cadddy.
Left for school this morning in the typical fashion-Abby ready on time and playing "Heart and Soul" over and over again on the piano, Noah stopping to play with toys instead of getting his shoes on, and Caleb taking his sweet time getting ready. Finally got everyone out the door, started to put Noah's carseat buckle on and realized he was soaking wet. Apparently, in my rush to grab stuff at the last minute, I forgot to put the stopper in his sippy cup. So, one pair of pants covered in apple juice and no time to change-oh well. He'll survive.
We continued on and picked up our carpool friend. Now, these kids all know not to touch the back windows. For some reason, they will randomly slip down, but as long as we do not touch them, we can slide them back up again when we stop the car.
Sweet kindergartener carpool friend seemed to forget about this rule today.
I saw her window down a little bit and warned to not touch it because it cannot slip down further. A little while later, I looked back and saw it half way down. At this point, my voice was raised higher than she had ever heard it. Even so, a couple of minutes later, I heard a "uh oh" and realized the window was ALL the way down.
Oh, should I mention that it is cold and rainy today?
After dropping off some stuff with Nick at school that he forgot and neither of us being able to fix it (should mention that when he saw the window he gave me a "what the?" look and I returned his gaze with a "don't get me started" look), I gave up and continued on to drop the kids off. I tried to fix it in the parking lot of the elementary school and even a passing dad tried to help, but there was no getting that window up.
At this point, the rain was starting to pick up, as was the cold wind. So, I pulled into a dealership down the road, praying they would have something to quickly pick up the window.
I did not appreciate the strange and unwelcoming looks that I received there. I'm sorry-is the cold and tired mom with a freezing two-year old in the backseat inconvenient for you? They did not even attempt to help, but thankfully put some plastic on it as a temporary fix.
The yellow plastic looks absolutely smashing on the caddy.
They also gave me the number of their glass guy, but after hearing the $85 estimate fee, I passed. One broken car at a time, please.
Managed to make it home only to discover that Noah had taken off his shoes. Normally, I do not care-just walk into the house without them. But, as I mentioned, it was raining. So, I carried him (and his lovey and blanket and second lovey) into the house, came back out for my purse, his shoes and my one grocery bag. As I walked back to the house, I found Noah standing in the rain in his white socks.
Why, child? Why?
Then he had the nerve to cry because I put him back into the house. Because that is totally worth crying over, right?
Took off his socks and pants (because, remember, they were covered in apple juice) and replaced him with clean clothes. A bowl of goldfish and Dora on the television and he is now done with the crying fit.
After all of this, I looked at the clock and it was only 9:30.
Can I go back to bed?