Princess = 0, Ice = 1

Kelli & Bob had a meeting early this morning, so it was put upon me to get the little ones up and take them to school. I’ve actually had quite a bit more experience with this than the average non-mom — while in high school, I went over to a friend’s house and got her little sister up for school. The parents went to work early and my bus picked me up long after Heather’s middle school bus…so I got paid to pull Stephanie out of bed every morning, dress her like a rag doll, fix her hair, set her off to school (the bus stop was right outside the house) and watch an episode of Tiny Toons before heading out myself.

Getting C&C up and dressed and fed and out the door? No problem. Kelli took me on a quick run last night to make sure I knew exactly where to go and the typical order of operation. No problem. Piece of cake.

Piece of bleeding armadillo groom’s cake.

We made it up and out the door just fine. Had some chocolate milk, had some laughs, got in the car and scooted off. Dropped the girl child off as told, with a kiss and a hug and a request to learn something fun. Drove around to the boy child’s school with suggestions of stopping at the movies or the arcade or the beach on the way. Pulled up to the curb, got out of the car…and promptly slipped on the ice and fell smack onto the pavement. Right in front of the next drop-off car in the queue.

Smooth, Lee. Real smooth.

Luckily, being young and spry, I hopped up and finished racing to the other door where I pulled the little man out of the car and smooched all over his face before sending him off, only slightly less embarrassed than the Princess who sleeps in the basement.

I noticed the rip in my jeans after I got back into the car.

I noticed the blood when I stopped at the gas station.

Smooth, Lee. Real smooth.