My Muddy Little Guy

So there I was today, so excited to be getting outa Dodge for a weekend of Spirituality and Inspiration at the Hay House “You Can Do It” conference with two of my best girl friends…

When the phone rings! I reach for the hand held and glance at the call display…. Ok I will admit that my heart skipped a beat as I saw the schools phone number on the dial. When I put the phone up to my ear I heard the familiar British accent of our schools administrator. What she said next definitely gave me pause. “You need to come and pick up your son Right NOW. He’s so muddy he need a shower or a bath or something. He can’t stay at school.” Keeping in mind that I’m about to jump in my friends car and drive off into the sunset this doesn’t really sound like an option! I check the time, 2:05. The kids were done school in 40 min and he has a change of clothes in his back pack. I had specifically told the teacher that I was heading out of town for the weekend, obviously a muddy kid brings the school day to screeching halt! Ironically, I never get to go anywhere so some quick thinking was required!!

Well, I’m probably not going to win Best Mommy Award but here is my reply: “He has a change of clothes in his bag doesn’t he?” (Answer affirmative) “Ok, do what you have to, wash him now, get him dressed, and put him on the bus. It will be fine. You will be fine, he will be fine. I can’t help you. I know I work from home, and I ALWAYS answer the phone, and I ALWAYS drop everything and race over to the school and do whatever I can to help my kids… But not today. Sorry, just can’t do it. I know this weekend will change. My. Life. So, as long as nobody is hurt, and there isn’t an actual emergency, I have to decline. Here is my cell phone number just in case there is an actual emergency.”

Thoughts on that? Is it considered an emergency these days if your kid gets dirty at school? Should you drop everything to go pick them up? Should you cancel your ever so precious and hardly ever mommy time for a grubby kid? I think not!

So now as I sit here sipping Fat Bird Marlborough Sauvignon blanc and wallowing in my short lived freedom knowing that my child is now freshly bathed and in his pj’s ready for bed. It all seems like the right decision.

Namaste