I have to preface this story with the fact that I'm not a morning person. When I say that, I don't mean I'm simply overly cranky in the morning, or just don't like getting up, I mean there is something wrong with my brain-I just can't function before 9am-we like to call it being "Morningly Challenged". If you need someone to be on their A game at midnight, I'm you're girl, if you want someone to teach that 7am class, you better look for someone else b/c at 7am I can't even spell my own name!
So, knowing that I'm "morningly challenged" My husband takes Natalie to school most days, but Tuesdays are my turn. Well, today is Tuesday, so that means I have to be up and functioning with both kiddos in the car and ready to go by 7:30am! Not a major feat for most of you, but quite a challenge for me. Luckily my sweet Natalie is always up, dressed, and ready to go to school before our alarm even sounds b/c she just loves school (and is blessed to be a morning person like her daddy!).
I get up, put on whatever clothes I can find and go to wake up Annie (my 2 year old) she's like me-mornings are not her friend and she LOVES her sleep! I didn't even bother to get her dressed or shoes before we all shuffled out the door.
We were doing OK on time-we were going to make it just fine, but then we hit traffic, of course! I found a way around, but now we weren't OK on time, we were going to be late. I HATE being late! Natalie hates being late too, so she's starting to worry b/c we've been in the car too long and she doesn't want to miss anything.
We pull into the parking lot with literally 3 minutes to spare and I rush to get the kids out of the car. Annie is still not really awake, but Natalie is rushing and ready to go. I punch in the numeric code to open the front gate of the school and notice that Mr. Truffles, the school's goat, is there to greet us. That's not uncommon-he's a sweet little white goat with a fun beard that is so great with the kids. I guess now would be a good time to mention she goes to a school that doubles as a ranch, so the kids get to ride horses, pet, and feed all kinds of animals (including Mr. Truffles the resident goat).
We say good morning to Mr. Truffles and the normally subdued goat darts out the front gate that I am holding open for Natalie to walk through. I immediately start yelling, "Mr. Truffles, come back here" He is now in a full on sprint running through the parking lot. I too am now in a full on sprint (with my pajama clad bare footed 2 year old on my hip) trying to catch this crazy old man goat before he makes it to the road. Natalie is also hot on my heels yelling, "Mr. Truffles, come back, I love you, don't go away".
I catch him just in time for the entire 4 year old preschool class to come out and see what the commotion is all about. I grab Mr. Truffles and walk him back to the gate (yes, with my 2 year old still on my hip). It was a glorious moment-kids cheering and clapping at Mr. Truffles triumphant return-and I would have enjoyed the victory if I hadn't been totally embarrassed by the fact that every person who works at my daughter's school was now watching as I took this walk of shame to return the wayward goat I allowed to escape. What's worse, according to the school's director, Mr. Trufles has NEVER even attempted
to escape for anyone in the 8 years they've had him at the school-EVER,
never, Really, Mr. Truffles, on my drop off day, you get bold?!
I only get to drop my daughter off at school 2 days week, so I just had to make sure I made it count, yea, let's go with that story and all be glad that Mr. Truffles is now back in the loving arms of his 30 preschoolers :)
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