Alex just started a new detail at work that, along with requiring him to wear a tie every day, also requires us to rearrange our morning schedule so that he can get out of the house a little earlier in the morning.
Our new arrangement has Alex making the lunches. And if he doesn’t have time, I make breakfast and get them dressed. So far it’s gone okay, although one day there was no school and we all (well, not Alex) slept in late. And another day there was a school delay because of weather, so I had all kinds of extra time in the morning.
This morning all the kids were awake at 7:30, which is unusual for us. So Alex was able to feed them breakfast and get them mostly ready before he left. So instead of us scrambling at 8:35 to shove everyone into the car, by 8:11 all three kids were sitting at the kitchen table drawing while I located their shoes.
I was feeling pretty awesome about how well we’re doing with our transition.
That is, until I got to preschool and noticed that Quinn was still wearing his pajama pants.
Because both big guys were dressed and because Quinn was wearing a t-shirt instead of a pajama top, I just assumed that Alex had dressed him too.
But no. There he was in what he’d worn to bed the night before, with not even a clean diaper on.
I think we may need to work on our communication. Or maybe I just need to work on my powers of observation.
I’m going to take this opportunity to wish Alex a Happy Valentine’s Day because he has to work late tonight and I won’t get to do it in person. (But don’t cry for us, Internet. We’re going out Saturday all by our lonesomes.)