Dalan Chiut: Manic Monday’s Madness & Freebies

My Monday morning started when Damien crawled into our bed to cuddle and wake up, which is always the best part of every morning. Unless of course he decides it is morning in the middle of the night. However this very seldom happens. Damien is usually awake between 7 and 7:30. Today I looked at the alarm clock, noticed it saying 8am and thought thanks little man for the extra hour of sleep. In the distance I hear my palm alert go off in my purse. Not a good sign, as I didn’t go through the next day’s schedule the night before as I usually do. For the life of me, I couldn’t figure out what I forgot. I may have to add, that is why I have a palm. Since I can’t memorize my own schedule, let alone remember all of our schedules and coordinate them, I outsourced that part of my brain to my palm. In other words I am totally dependant on the gadget. Now fully awake, I know I’m in trouble. I run to the hallway, grab my palm out of my purse and see that Damien’s kindergarten group is going to the theatre today – drop off time at the KiGa: 8am. A quick glance at my watch tells me it is 8:03. Thankfully my brain can switch to full working mode after shock. I realize we won’t get to the KiGa on time without a DeLorean, however we could make it on time if we go straight to the theatre. Now what’s a girl to do? I scream at Chris to get up (he had just slept 3 hours after the late shift, poor guy) to get Damien dressed, while I run to the bathroom and get ready. 10 min later we meet again in the hallway, where Damien and I grab our coats and run out of the house. Now the fun part starts, we don’t have a car and it’s to cold (freezing to be exact) to take the bikes. So Damien and I run down our street to the street-car. The last part I even had to carry the poor kid. In the street-car, I feed Damien two tangerines I grabbed off our fruit bowl, so he doesn’t die of hunger. I calculated our time of arrival to about 8:35. What I don’t know is when the show starts, as we have always dropped him off at the Kindergarten. Since it isn’t too far from there to the theatre I assume it starts at 8:30. So I’m sitting in the street-car already preparing myself how I’m going to talk us in, while fighting the urge to hit myself that I didn’t check my palm the day before and set the alarm clock. At the same time Damien is totally excited and tells me what the show is all about (a goose called Auguste, who is bought for the Christmas meal. - he doesn’t know yet that the goose will be spared and even gets a sweater for Christmas;-)). So when the street-car gets to our stop, we run to the theatre and arrive totally out of breath. I bet we were a funny sight. I thought that was why the theatre crew kind of looked puzzled. I ask if we are too late and they tell us the first show starts at 9:00. Smiling I sit down and catch my breath, I’m so relieved we actually made it. Then the guy asks which kindergarten Damien belongs too and it turns out, they didn’t have enough tickets and got booked for the second show at 10:30!!! So there I am, sweating and red faced, on a freezing Monday morning, at 8:38am, with an excited kid on my hand, almost two hours to early at the theatre, and without breakfast if I may add. So what did we do? We turned around, went back to the street-car, walked to the kindergarten, where I dropped Damien off, and he took a bus with his group to the theatre one hour later. How’s that for a Monday morning?

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