Most of the time, my husband drops the kids off at school, but there are days when I am the one to take them. I don't mind, though, because I can just throw my hair in a ponytail, wear whatever slouchy clothes are nearby, and put some sunglasses on my un-made-up-and-probably-not-washed-face. After all, I won't have to see or talk to anyone, since I can just let the kids out of the van near the entrance to the school.
Unless my kindergartner begs me to walk her into her class.
This was the case this morning. I sort-of hmmm'd and twisted my mouth as I tried to think of a good reason why I couldn't escort her into the building.
"I don't know, Katie," I said.
"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeease?," she pleaded.
"Katie, she doesn't want to," my eldest daughter told her little sister. "She doesn't have any make-up on."
"So!," Katie replied. "It doesn't matter. It's the morning! And I don't have on any make-up either!"
"You're five," Callie reminded her.
"I'm SIX!," Katie retorted, still savoring the memory of her birthday last week.
Katie and I had to laugh, but since Callie doesn't appreciate being laughed at, she decided to answer us with her fourth grade logic: "Well, if you round, you're five!" Hmmmm . . . But I'm not a morning person, so I didn't have it in me to even give an answer to that bit of reasoning.
But I digress.
Since I've never wanted to be the kind of woman who can't let herself be seen in public without make-up and because I certainly don't want to send a wrong message to my impressionable daughters, I decided to suck it up and traipse into the school as-is. Of course, since Katie wanted me to walk her all the way to her classroom and not just to the front door, I had to stop in the office and get a visitor's pass. Then I think I greeted every teacher and parent in the hallway, plus I talked to each of my children's teachers.
The dropping-off process that normally involves hugs, kisses, an opening of the van door, and a wave of the hand ended up being a 10-minute social event. It was good, I'm sure, but I felt very conscious of my aura. On my way out, I had to drop off my visitor's pass in the office, but there was a line of tardy students waiting to receive passes. So I waited. Finally, the school security guard came over to me, took my pass, and told me not to worry about signing out, that she'd do it for me.
"You just want to leave, right?," she asked.
"Yes. I just want to leave."
Tomorrow morning the hug/kiss/door/wave will have to suffice.
Mama Question: Do you walk your kids into the school building or just drop them off?
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