Very little can go wrong on Tuesday and Thursday mornings if I am going to be able to drop Minnow off at daycare and get to my lecture on time. Since Fish leaves for work at 5:30 am, the child waking, loving, tending, and delivering to daycare all fall on my shoulders. Which means that thorough preparation the night before is critical. And on nights when I am frantically writing the next day’s lecture, it’s Fish’s job to wash out the dirty bottles and get things ready for the next day.
Last night (despite a reminder) he didn’t do his job.
Minnow didn’t sleep well and I couldn’t have gotten more than four hours of sleep. So when I put her in her crib at 6 am, I prayed she would sleep til we have to leave at 7. I got through the shower, but as I was stepping out, I heard her wailing. Dripping wet, I raced into her room to comfort her. Finally I got her calmed down and proceeded to get ready to go. A diaper change for her, both of us got dressed, and we headed downstairs at 6:58 am. All that was left to do was put the dog out, grab the ice packs out of the freezer and bottles out of the fridge and we’d be on our way, just in time.
Only, the baby food wasn’t packed in her daycare bag and there weren’t any clean bottles for me to pump into today. By the time I got bottles cleaned and food packed, we’d missed our window of opportunity to go to daycare, so we went straight to the university.
And right now she’s playing on my office floor while I hold office hours.
I’ll share how class went later. At the moment I need to take her to daycare, finally. And, trust me, Fish is going to hear about it later.