This morning, I was literally dragging my keester out of bed. Ugh. It couldn't be time to get up already. I just shut my eyes a minute ago. Bleh. A peek out the window showed me that it was still a little dark, and terribly foggy out there in the world. I spent the next minute or two trying to come up with a plausible plan that would allow me to go back to sleep and still get Punkin to school. If the plan were also able to rid me of the guilt I would feel for not going in to work, all the better. Finding no such plan, ('cause it was 5:00am and my brain does not function at that hour) I got up and began getting ready for work. I put on my navy sweater and pantyhose and a skirt. For about five minutes. Apparently, today is a 'no way in hell day' for pantyhose for me.

As I was changing from the skirt into jeans, (cause I can't wear my jammies to work) I heard Punkin begin to cry in her room. It was a scared cry and quickly became more insistent. When I opened the door to her room both of us jumped! She was already out of bed and nearly to the door when I opened it. I didn't expect her to be standing there. She ran to me (after getting over being startled) and held me tight, tears streaming down her little red face while she told me what happened. I guess when Hubby opened and closed the garage door, Punkin thought it was a 'dunner-dome' (thunderstorm) and got scared. Some hugs and a phone call to Daddy (let's hear it for cell phones!) made her feel better. Of course, by then, she was wide-awake. This is the second day in a row she's been awake while I'm getting ready for work. It hasn't been much to juggle, and we actually get out of the house up to 15 minutes earlier than usual.

There was the (recently usual) bout of flopping and fussing from Punkin this morning, (did I mention she's 2?) but overall, getting ready for the day was ok. The sun had finally come up, but the fog still persisted. Punkin was chatty on the way to school but when our ETA was only 5 minutes, she shut down, just as she's been doing every day for going on two weeks. I could see her in my rearview mirror. My heart sank. It would be another bad drop off today at school. (Dropping her off at daycare recently has been difficult, with much clinging and tears. Some of the tears have been mine. It makes it difficult to go to work, and I'm completely stumped on what to try next to ease this process, and head off the tears.)

Once we arrived at school, I had to lay out the facts to her before she would get out of the car. (The facts being if she didn't come out of the car on her own, she would not get to open the door at school. (there is a security door, and she likes 'helping me' open it)) She got out of the car and was ok, until she saw Miss Traci, then she was DELIGHTED! After that she walked to her classroom on her own, washed her hands by herself, and barely had time to give me a hug and a kiss. No tears. No pouting. It was wonderful! I told one of the teachers that I would be writing this down on the calendar!

I felt a little lighthearted, and noticed that the sun had finally burned off all the fog. I arrived to work a little earlier than usual, and I wasn't worrying about how Punkin was doing. As I began getting involved in my workday, Erika brought me a cinnamon roll from McDonald's. Have I mentioned I love her?

The day started out gray and dark and foggy. It's been raining a lot here the last two days, and today the weather is still iffy. Sunny for a few moments, and then the clouds roll back in and rain on us for a little while. The best thing is that now I can see the sun peeking through the clouds once again. AND I have brownies.

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