My mom said..

Yesterday T and I went on a quick errand in the morning. We were gone about an hour. It was one of those times when you’re trying to get out the door with your child and suddenly it turns into a flurry of questions.

Do you have the list? Your mask is in the car, right? Whoa. Did you brush your hair? Hold on hold on I need my water. The key is in the car. Do you have a pen? omg it is late. we have an hour to get this done - I have to be in the office for that interview in 2. Don’t let me forget to feed you lunch. Shoes on.

This is us. The constant racing against the clock. In all the leaving chaos we didn’t tell our roommate we were leaving. Crap. T brought it up first. I told her I had planned to tell our roommate but my shoes were on and I didn’t want to go downstairs. Partially true, partially a cop out because I didn’t want to get pulled into the vortex of negativity. Also, my house. My kid. I’m an adult. Back off.

My plan was for you to go down and tell her and say goodbye but when you got back from brushing your hair and I saw how late it was we just had to go.

T suggested that I could have just yelled down.

True. But I also don’t want to be one of those families that is constantly yelling to each other in the house. We don’t like it when Grandma yells up at us do we?

No. We don’t.

So naturally when we got home and our roommate expressed irritation that we had left and she didn’t know if she was responsible for T or not, T gave her the rundown.

Well, we were running late and our shoes were on and my mom said we don’t want to be one of those families that just is always yelling to each other. For example, we don’t really like it when you are down here and yell up to us.

Perfect.