I was going to go work with the chicitillos in Las Cuadras this morning. So I got my kiddos off to school - Stephen leaves at 6:15 and the bus picks up Dyl and J at 7:05 - and then I raced about trying to get ready and out the door on time. I know that doesn't sound hard, but, for any man that might read this, "I got ready" does not mean "I put on my pants". Other wives and moms will recognize that getting ready actually means starting a load of laundry, brushing teeth while making coffee, picking dried-up cereal off the table, throwing a forgotten lunch in the fridge, paying bills on line, collecting dirty socks from under the sofa, putting on a little makeup and some relatively clean clothes, pulling hair into a messy pony-tail (an act so remarkably complicated that I will need to address it in another blog) and sometimes - at least in my case - doing last nights dishes. I did all of this in approximately 34 minutes. And I finished just in time to run up the steep hill from my house to the bus stop in the pouring rain. Woohoo, go me!
Did I mention the pouring rain? It's POURING rain today. So, as I'm standing in the rain, panting from the run, and carrying a messenger bag full of art supplies and snacks for the munchkins, my phone rings. Our plans have been canceled. No kids program today. Bummer. Now I'm all wet and kinda sweaty. And while I probably shouldn't be happy, I sorta am, because, as you may have noticed, "getting ready" did not include "take a shower" or "drink coffee".
It looks like we'll be able to connect with Davíd and the adorable little twerps in Las Cuadras tomorrow morning - YAY! We're gonna make a paper chain and talk about friendship and helping one another.
In the meantime, I'm gonna enjoy a shower and a cup of coffee which I have gladly reheated in the microwave. There is always plenty for me to do at home. So I'm sure I won't have any trouble filling my time this morning. But I think I'll take a few minutes to relish this unexpected down time.