I shoudn't wait until the last minute to pick up my bipolar princess (and little sister) from school (actually, the afterschool program). It is 5;16; I should have gone an hour or two or three ago.
But most days this tired single parent waits until the last minute to pick up the girls at 6 treasuring moments of peace and silence, even if I do not get as many things done as I should.
Yesterday waiting until the last minute (in my defense, I was busy installing kitchen cabinetry shelving) almost backfired when our dog dashed out of the garage. I had to catch and wrestle the dog into the car and drive directly to school to pick up the girls by 6 (being minutes late can be really expensive).
My wife says I should bring snack and her evening medications with me; that has helped I think when I remember to do it.
This morning, my princess yelled at me when I went to tell her it was time to get up.
That was most of our intereaction. The other was when I dropped her off at school; she said she left her Math homework sheets at home; I told her I would look for it.
I did. Her room was messy, and it was scattered with various sheets and litter. Harmony has a habit of emptying her school backpack by simply holding it upside down and shaking it. In the car, or at home.
I did not find the specific sheet she was looking for, based on the homework schedule her teacher posted online.
So, now it is time to pick her up; I am predicting she will be mad at me for not delivering her homework to school like I was supposed to.
Better go get the snacks and meds.
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