Well, it happened.
Now I understand the sign that reads, “Please Do Not Get Out of Your Car!” outside Charlie’s school.
As my baby boy had to be tugged toward school…
As my sweet little pumpkin craned his neck to make eye contact with me in the car…
As his bony little shoulders shook with panicked sobs and his eyes glistened with horrified tears…
I did the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. I did NOT throw it in park and race after him screaming, “PUT MY BABY DOWN!!!! I’M RIGHT HERE CHARLIE!!!! WE WILL HOME SCHOOL YOU!!! HELP!!!! POLICE!!!!”
But I did finally lose it.
So, there. I’m human. I finally get the tears thing. I called The Husband as I rolled away, foot covering the brake in case I heard someone yell, “COME BACK!”
And this time, The Husband was the one to reassure me that Charlie would be just fine. That he was probably already playing away happily.
But it still sucked. Damn kids.
I’m sorry, honey. We really do lose it at excellent alternating times.