So there are those sweet mamas out there who hug and love on their kid when they drop them off at daycare. These moms reassure their little ones that everything will be ok and that it is going to be a great day.
I am not that Mama.
We skid into the parking lot…throw it in park. I jump out and leave the engine running like I am a bank robber needing to be ready for a quick get away. Unbuckling Chicken Little from the 22 different straps on his car seat does slow me down though. I grab him like a Heisman trophy winner who is going for a 10 yard rush to the goal line and we get inside. Chicken Little has learned the routine of the drop and roll, because when we see the door to his room, I am chunking him inside. Most of the time he lands like a gymnast flying off the uneven bars. I shout “Good Morning’ in the general direction of his teachers as I toss his lunch bag in the kitchen. Then it is a duck and weave run to exit the building so the kiddo doesn’t see me and start crying. Total drop off time is 48 seconds. Number of tears cried by Chicken Little 0. So it is a win for the home team. And with the extra 9 minutes in my morning, I get my coffee (which my coworkers appreciate me coming in caffeinated).
Happy Monday.
