If you're keeping count (and I am), that's three whole days where I did not have to sit in the car for hours each day. Instead, I'm sitting on my tush at home, in my pajamas and I am feeling guilt-free, my friends. I thought I'd feel a little guilty when I sat down to watch tv that first morning but no. A little scandalous maybe, but not guilty.
The kids - well mainly the girls - were very worried about their Abba driving them to school.
How will he know where we go in the morning?
How will Abba know how many hugs I get?
How will Abba know where to park?
What if we're late and we miss going to the library in the morning and we have to go straight to class and Abba doesn't know where our classes are?
What if Abba forgets everything you told him?
Anxiety much, anyone?
And let's not forget, this very same Abba used to work in this very same school, years ago. I think he remembers how to get there, where to park and how to get inside. Also, he's a grownup and has been doing this parenting thing for a while now.
But, because I understand my childrens' anxiety - and not because I lack faith in my husband - I made Josh a list. It wasn't a list so much for Josh, but more for the girls so they'd feel confident even though their morning routine of me driving, parking, and parading them through the library each morning has been disrupted.
After the part of the list that covers carpool pickup instructions, she added, "Say how was your day! to four people".
At least someone notices when I ask about their day while we are driving home!
The list actually did come in handy for a half a minute when they were stuck in traffic on the second morning and were late to school - and Josh really did have to look at number 9b on the list - the asterisked contingency plan on the second side of the page for when the library is already empty when you get to school and all the kids are already in class.
I know. Whoever thought life would be so complicated.