My school year as an instructional coach hasn’t quite ended yet. I still have three more days of work. The girls have already started their summer without me. Thankfully my husband was able to take the day off work today to transport the girls to cheerleading and the library.
Since my husband was home this morning, I didn’t have to…
coax Katie awake, pull a comb through Maddie’s tangled hair, squabble with Katie over the purple shirt, hurry the girls down the stairs, slap breakfast on the table, plead with them to eat faster, holler ‘get your shoes on please’, rush out the door, run back in the house to grab Katie’s monkey, usher them into daycare, give a quick kiss-i-love-you-have-a great-day, scramble out the daycare door, and speed off to work.
I grabbed my coffee and headed out the door in silence. I walked at my own pace, not Katie’s. I pushed play on my audio book and lowered the driver’s side window to let the cool breeze in.
I could have thought about the nice break in my routine. I could have felt grateful for my husband’s offer to take the day off work. I could have felt relaxed.
Surprisingly, I felt a little sad and wistful. I left the house without even seeing their faces.