Last week I got to travel for work for the first time
since Charlie was born. I was pretty pumped to leave him home alone with Josh.
We’ve left him with my mom overnight before, but Josh has never been ALONE with
him overnight.
As the trip drew near, I evilly looked forward to Josh
trying to make dinner and take care of a crying toddler alone. I looked forward
to the dirty diapers he’d have to change. I looked forward to him appreciating
all the single parenting I do when he travels for his job (which happens every month.) I looked forward to Josh waking up in the middle of the night to
comfort Charlie.
My evilness caught up with me the day I left.
I stupidly decided to wait until the morning of my trip to
pack. I didn’t have to be to the airport until 11, so that’s plenty of time to
get Charlie to daycare, shower and pack.
My day started at 4:45 am when the electricity went out.
Then the smoke alarm started beeping. Every 30 seconds.
Until I got the step stool out and ripped the battery out.
I finally fell back asleep at 6:00 am. Alarm went off at
7:00 and I start packing up my shower supplies to shower at my mom’s house.
As I’m about to leave the house at 8:00, the
electricity came back on. I left with Charlie. Not to return until 10:00 am.
Two hours. TWO HOURS later.
The road right outside our house was completely closed.
It took me two hours to take a different route around the city to get to his
daycare.
Remember I said I had to be at the airport by 11? Still
not showered or packed.
I raced around, and got out the door right around 11.
Then construction workers stopped me and blocked the road
so their big truck could get by.
Then I somehow got distracted and started driving towards
my old house, instead of the airport.
Then the road in front of Flight Park was blocked. I
rolled down my window and told them they better let me through. They did.
When I got to the airport, the closest bathroom was
closed.
I have no idea how I didn’t get pulled aside for extra
surveillance going through security.
I made it. I had a great time. Charlie didn’t cry. He
didn’t poop. And he slept through the night.
Of course.
