I like things done the right way (aka my way) and thus I am terrified to relinquish control of anything unless I absolutely have to – as was the case yesterday.
For the first time this year, Ali had to pick Maya up from school. In addition to being terrified he wouldn’t be able to tear himself away from his computer in time to get her, I was also concerned that he would forget to…
- Bring her a snack.
- Keep track of her water bottle – she’s already lost 3 since September.
- Make sure she goes potty before heading to the park/playplace.
- Threaten her within an inch of her life to keep her sweater ON.
God, sometimes even I get tired of hearing myself nag.
Anyway, things went as expected. As in, Ali forgot all of the above.
My starving, dehydrated, chilled-to-the-bone child was taken to a nasty mall food court where she was fed sodium-laden, bottom-of-the-rung-quality chicken from Panda Express. I couldn’t find the courage to ask about the potty situation. Some things are better left unsaid.
I’m trying to be positive though – at least I didn’t have to witness the piteous looks she received from the other food court patrons who likely assumed that Ali was a single dad. Because why else would a kid have dirty fingers, unkempt hair, and soy sauce all over her face?
Nobody can accuse me of not looking at the bright side of things.