Lucy wasn’t able to come yesterday because she had to take her husband to a medical appointment at the hospital. Then last night she came down with a nasty flu so she is home again today. She called me a few minutes ago and said, “I was so worried about you this morning Madame. I knew you must have been struggling with the upstairs and the downstairs and getting the kids ready for school.” Hilarious. It’s true that she arrives and gets breakfast on the table before we come downstairs and then makes the boys’ lunches while we eat and read the bible story for the day. And she finds and fills their water bottles, makes sure their backpacks are sitting by the front door and helps the kids onto the bus.
Yes, the kids would say that I was struggling as I proceeded to burn the first 4 pancakes — I guess I’m out of practice. But other than a forgotten water bottle, I managed to get everyone fed and out the door on time. Now cleaning up the explosion that is left behind? That’s where I’ll really be struggling. I’m waiting for all those sympathy cards to start flooding my mailbox.