Most who know me know that Tuesdays are my nemesis. For some reason, I could just never get the hang of Tuesday because that day of week tends to throw me a curve ball every time. Could be work related, could be just random life frustration. So, today being a Tuesday and Day 2 of my staycation, I was hoping that it would be a gentle one.
For the most part, it was. I dropped the Boo off at day care, caught up on some personal emails, had a moment of silence and a few tears for 9/11, got a haircut, had a lovely lunch, got a pedicure, and took care of some laundry and cleaning around the house. I felt good. I felt light. I felt relaxed.
So, when it was time, I went to pick the Boo up from day care. The little man was on the playground so I went to his classroom to get his backpack and sippy cups. As I grabbed his backpack out of his bin I glanced at a piece of fabric that I didn’t recognize. Now, he always has a spare outfit in the bin so I’m used to seeing clothes in there, but I know exactly what colors they are and what they look like. This piece was different. Upon closer examination and removal of the piece from the bin, I realized in horror what it was.
It was a pair of my underwear. In my son’s bin. At his day care. My mind raced, how did this get there? Then I realized, it must have been rolled up in the corner of his fitted sheet that they put on his mat for naptime (so, they’re clean ones, people). But, wait… I washed his sheets over the weekend and brought them in on Monday. Have my undies been sitting in his bin since yesterday and I didn’t notice? Or did they only find them today?
Mystified and embarrassed beyond belief, I shoved my wayward unmentionables into my son’s little backpack, along with his sippy cups, and head off to the playground to retrieve the child and make a quick getaway. As I open the door to the playground, there are four day care teachers standing in a huddle that seem to all turn my way, not say hello, and almost ignore my existence while saying goodbye to the Boo. I feel a huge wave of judgement roll over me from their direction.
Yes, ladies, it was my underwear you found. I’m so sorry. Please don’t judge me. I didn’t do it on purpose. I will check the sheets from now on for errant laundry items, I promise. I skulk out of there with the Boo as fast as his little legs will let me. When we get to the car, I realize he has a very stinky poopie diaper.
Well played, Tuesday, well played.