I was sooo sure of myself when the fellow Mum brought it up yesterday.
“Have you heard about the big brekkie they’re doing?”
I laughed. “Oh yeah. I don’t have an issue there. Even if baby girl wants to go I’ll just tell here she’s usually sleeping at that time!”
Ha. I was soooo sure. I mean, she wouldn’t even want to go… who would want to go, if you had to get up earlier than normal to get to school just for a shared community breakfast?
I wasn’t even that sure what day it was happening.
She wouldn’t wanna go… would she?
Of course she would. Because as I soon found out, minutes after being so secure in my morning plans with that other Mum, the kids were let out and baby girl exclaimed excitedly – “Mama! We’re having pancakes tomorrow!”
So it WAS Friday.
“No you’re not. We’re not going.”
Sad face. “Awwww!”
Promising her pancakes on the weekend didn’t seem to help either.
It appears, the teachers had revved them all up right before pick-up.
Those rascally teachers.
So guess where I found myself this morning?
Eating pancakes with baby girl.
You know, when I made the calculations, it wasn’t all that hard. I didn’t even have to get her or myself up at an earlier time – we got up at the same time, and did all our getting-ready-for-school things, bar having breakfast, and then headed to school to arrive right after the hotcakes were flipping.
There were pancakes upon pancakes, fruit platters upon fruit platters, and I helped myself to a canteen hot chocolate to keep me warm in the morning winds…
And you know, it wasn’t all that bad. It was actually pretty cool. I mean hot. 😉