We all have those days when we say it would only happen to me. Well, last week my family experienced one of those mornings that could only happen at my house.
I’m sure all of you who have kids and jobs outside the home know how chaotic mornings can be. Our house is no exception. First, my husband leaves the house. It often becomes a contest between us to see who is going to get the bathroom first. If our youngest grandson awakens during this time, he wants his Papa’s attention and I get first dibs at the restroom.
I have another half hour after he leaves to finish my preparations for departure. I wake up my daughter so she can get the two other grandkids ready for school. This usually takes her around an hour.
On the morning of our story, she sent the oldest out to start the car. He came back in to let her know the keys were locked in the car. First disaster. Luckily she had left the windows cracked and was able to use a coat hanger to unlock the doors. Now she was rushing everyone to get in. Dylan opens the back door and informs his mother he cannot get in because the cat that has adopted us was having kittens in the back seat. Apparently, she had locked the car when she slipped in through the slightly opened window.
The cat had just had the first kitten when I got the text at work. I suggested she call my daughter-in-law to get the kids and take them to school. When she took the kids in to sign them in Dylan tells the secretary that he has a good reason for being late today. “I’m an uncle”, he informed her. At that point his eight year old sister pipes up and says,”And I’m a grandma!”
The poor secretary.