I did a good deed this past month. It doesn’t happen very often, so I thought I’d share.
My husband left for work early, and I was taking my daughter to school. I painstakingly piled all four kids into my stuff-strewn minivan and embarked on my three-minute journey to the school.
I was wearing my loveliest black fleece pants, which attract every piece of lint available. Why do I keep wearing these? My hair resembled a large brown frizzy lion’s mane. I was also barefoot and sporting my homeliest glasses. Then, of course, no makeup. Do you have the visual?
No worries. My windows are slightly tinted and I have my stealth drop-off routine down to a science. I wouldn’t even need to get out of the van.
Only something thwarted my perfect plan.
There was a minor bike/scooter collision on the sidewalk. One boy was down and crying. No other cars! Oh no!
I quickly stopped and leaped my unsightly self out of my van. “Are you OK?” Crying, more crying. I felt for injuries on his sore ankle. Thankfully, he was fine and able to walk after a few more minutes.
Then I turned back to my van.
I had an audience. Three cars had formed a line behind my van. They couldn’t get past because I left my van in the middle of the small road with the door open.
I’m definitely not cut out for any more good deeds this year.
Grumpy Grateful Mom Goal of the Month: Making myself lovelier earlier.