My kid ran away today

Claire was by my side while I talked to her teacher about a minor scrap she got into with a classmate today. (I need to teach her to never start a fight she can’t win….JUST KIDDING)

She yelled “get Sissy” and ran out the door. I looked over my shoulder to grab her lunchbox while I walked after her. When I looked back, she was GONE.

Oh, crap.

I looked in big sis’s classroom. No Claire.

What a hassle.

Up and down the hall. No Claire.

I’m going to have to make her hold my hand always.

In the bathroom. No Claire.

This is not good.

Panicking I tried the parking lot. No Claire. (Unless of course she’s already been kidnapped and stuffed in a trunk)

Now my heart is beating in my ears and I’m fixing to cry.

I looked outside again, in each of the rooms, behind the toys she likes to hide behind NO CLAIRE.

Almost in full meltdown/panic mode and…

I hear…”Is this yours?” And I see Carolines teacher holding a reluctant Claire by the hand. She had crowded in with a group of kids and parents and slipped through the door to the playground, and then made it through the playground gate the same way.

So this afternoon I had a minor heart attack, aged 10 years and got twice as many grey hairs as I already have to hide. And Claire got in trouble for running off. (Even though technically she DID tell me where she was going. )

For some reason I dont think she feels guilty for scaring me to death.

School Fashion and Soccer

I try to let my kids be as independent as they want to. It increases their confidence and helps me save what’s left of my sanity.

Claire still needs me to put her diaper on and most of the time dress her. Sometimes if it’s an easy outfit she can dress herself if I lay it out. She has to put on her own socks and shoes.

Caroline has been CRAZY picky about her clothes since she was about a year old. So, instead of fighting her, I just let her wear whatever Her Majesty so pleases to day care.

I’m sure the other parents think she’s a unkept child…but at least she’s clean. I have bigger fish to fry – like gulping down large amounts of coffee before wrassling the kids in the car.

If she deems an outfit “Fabwoous” then moods are better. Plus, it’s kind of funny to see what she puts together.

Knowing Caroline, she probably just has a higher level of taste than the rest of us humble folk, and we just don’t know what we are missing.

Guess which kid picked out their own clothes?

It was also Caroline’s first Upward soccer practice.

That’s right people, I’m a soccer mom.

Is she not the CUTEST thing?

Goodnight friends!

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