He Left Me

Oh yes, he did. He left me with two children, two dogs, a cat, and a bottle of wine. Sounds a little like a bad country song, doesn't it? He left me. Nevermind that it is only for five days. My day today......6:00 AM.... Up preparing breakfast for Drew. 6:50 AM....... Drive Drew to elementary school. 7:50 AM...... Drive Kate to Middle School. 9:00 AM...... Appointment for Mommy. 11:00 AM...... Back home because I remembered that I forgot to put the cat out. 2:00 PM Drew from elementary school. 2:40 .....Hair stylist calling to find out why Drew missed his 2:30 PM haircut. Really? 3:15 PM.... Kate from Middle School. 4:30 PM....... Kate to tutoring. (All who read Dee know of the 8th grade algebra challenges.) 5:30 PM.....Kate from tutoring. 6:30 PM...... Drew's basketball game. Previous game went into overtime.....It'll be the Chick Fil A drive-through again for late supper. Can you believe a car dies in the drive thru? Finally home at 8:30 PM. Check Drew's agenda. Oh great....Drew has a test tomorrow. Obvious as I begin calling the material out to him that he is just too tired tonight. Oh wait, is that Drew reading himself to sleep in the cat basket? Note to self....must do quick test review tomorrow morning while he eats breakfast.....and check for cat hair.

Oh no.....tomorrow .....rinse....repeat......

I am so reminded of why I actually enjoyed working a full time and often extended hours job....someone else had to run the taxi. Additionally and more importantly, I find myself wondering if one bottle of wine is going to be nearly enough for this week-end.

There was that moment though, that moment in time as I like to refer to them. I was letting Drew out at school, slowly pulling through the drop off line, still half asleep and not even half dressed. A new addition to my prayer list.....thank you, Lord, that I had no flat tire, no speeding ticket, or any other malady that would have had me out of my car in this particular morning's state of disrepair. But, back to my moment, Drew unbuckled his seat belt, leaned over and kissed me on the cheek, not once, not twice, not three times, but repeatedly all the way down the line. He must have given me half a dozen of those sweet kisses only a son and his mom can share. And if that weren't enough to make my day, as we reached the drop off destination, Drew swung open his car door and shouted back over his shoulder, "I love you!" These are the times, the moments of motherhood that I adore. I truly revelled in the moment. I soaked it in. I was so busy soaking it in that I missed his next question... "Mommy, did you hear me? Do you have a dollar?" Guess I should have known. Oh well, my perfect moment of kisses and "love yous" was only partially spoiled. So what if he had an ulterior motive. It worked. Dollar in hand, huge smile and wave, my soon to be middle schooler was off to his day. And I to mine.