Yesterday it was raining like it rarely does here in North Texas, a real thunderstorm early in the morning. It was the kind of rain that makes you want to hunker down under the covers and order someone to make you some pancakes and bacon. Pronto! Until you realize that Someone would be you. No one else seems to know how to find the stove or if they did, they’d say they didn’t know how to light it.
After breakfast of a bagel and banana (I’m trying to not eat chocolate before noon any more), I drove the boys to school since lightning still threatened and they refused to walk, and then got my daughter up and dressed for preschool, knowing we’d be late today. Luckily her school just heavily fines you if you’re late on the pick up—not on the drop off. Apparently punctuality only matters when the teacher is ready to unload a rowdy group of toddlers.
As we got out of the van, I pulled her rain-jacket hood up, popped open my umbrella and noticed my friend Tracy’s SUV across the parking lot. Not terribly unusual to see her running late too, but she has a baby to blame it on. We’re just not morning folks. I see some movement behind the wheel and wave to her as we make a dash for the entrance. When we get to the sidewalk, we run into Tracy with the baby and she says, “You were waving to my dog.” Uhhh. Hard to come back with an intelligent response. I could blame it on the rain (isn’t that a song?) or her expertly tinted windows. But it’s more of a reflection of my life these days. Some days I seem to have it all together. Other times, I’m just wavin’ at someone’s dog.