This is day three of my solo parenting gig, and I’m mostly holding it together. Mostly.
But this morning I hit an all new parenting low: I sent Elizabeth to preschool without shoes.
I searched the house and the car high and low and couldn’t find the either of the pairs that fit her, and I had to drop the kids off on time because I had a work meeting to get to, so I put socks on her and called it good enough. When I explained to her teacher, she just shook her head and laughed. It’s a good thing she’s known me forever, otherwise she might call the authorities.
I’m offering a bounty to the big girls for finding the shoes. That usually motivates them to look.