I had a crappy morning. No pun intended.
Miss C and I left for school shortly after 7:30. She was excited for Dress As Your Favorite Book Character Day and I actually was impressed with the Nancy Drew outfit we came up with. OK so maybe I came up with the costume after she came up with the idea. I told Miss A that I’d be right back and that I’d be taking her to daycare as mommy needed to go to work.
Miss A, who had lounged around all day at home yesterday after spiking a 103 fever Sunday night, was none too happy about this development. But then she started David Lee Rothing around the house this morning in her striped pajamas that remind me of a candy cane and jamming on her pink plastic electric guitar. Obviously she was still very ill.
And there were tears. Finally after bribing her with the prospect of taking her beloved stuffed toy dolphin she consented, although somewhat tearfully. I siezed the moment and her favorite tennis shoes. And then I saw it.
And I mean literally. Crap. There was dog crap all OVER the sole of one of her shoes.
I took the shoe outside and scraped it on a vintage boot scraper shaped like a weiner dog that was my grandmother’s. (Sorry Grandma.) And it was snowing on my head as I did this. Mother Nature what is YOUR DEAL?
I came inside and wasn’t satisfied with Mission Crap Removal so I headed to the kitchen sink and washed the bottom of the shoe.
Miss A walked in on me.
“MOMMY YOU GETTING MY SHOE ALL WET!”
Tears. Oh Lord Have Mercy. More tears.
I dried her shoe as best I could and finally we were out the door after I washed my hands 25 times and then used hand sanitizer twice in the car.
If you’re wondering why I didn’t just ask her to choose another pair of shoes then you’ve never mentally wrestled with a stuborrn 4-year-old. Once they are ready to go you don’t question it, you do not pass go, you do not collect $200, and you willingly scrub dog poop off a shoe just to get out the door.
And then we got to school and all her friends were dressed in cute fuzzy winter pajamas and I realized it was pajama day. And I had forgotten.
p.s. I did run back home and get her pajamas before her lower lip began to quiver and she wondered why in the world she didn’t have on her cute flannel pjs.