You wake up knowing you have to feed the babies. Get them dressed. Wait for husband to get home so you can tag team parenting and work duties. He’ll take over the kid duty while you head off to work.
No work today.
Baby is sick and needs to get to the doctor. You make the doctor appointment and schedule it just right so husband can get off of work. Drive straight home. Pick everyone up and run to the doctor about 50 minutes away.
On the way to the doctor you get….. Flat tired with babies in the car. And it’s ninety degrees outside. And the jack isn’t in the car. And you can’t get hold of anyone to pick you up. When you finally do get someone to take the kids back home you cancel the doctor appointment. Husband goes back to change the tire. Relying on your friend’s father to hustle you about.
Oh. The bolts are stripped out. The tire is not coming off.
Mom calls and says she’ll head over to take the baby to the urgent care since the doctor appointment was canceled. No mom, you say. I’ll take care of it, you say.
Husband spends four hours trying to get the tire off. Use fill a flat. Anything to get the car off of the side of the road.
Mom asks if she should come over. No, you say. I will take care of it.
Oh, then the police put the ticket warning on the car.
Then a friend comes over and takes you and the baby to urgent care. The baby is sad because she doesn’t feel good. Mommy is sad because baby doesn’t feel good. Daddy is sad because Mommy is sad and baby is sad. Baby big brother is sad because he has no idea why everyone else is sad.
Hours later the car is still on the highway. Husband is walking to the store to get the baby’s medicine for her little sick self. And he walks back home to get the forgotten insurance card, and back again to get the medicine.
Both of you still have to work tomorrow and repeat what was supposed to happen today.
So, mom says, what are you going to do?
Cry. The baby cries, the toddler screams. You cry.
Okay. Now Mom tells you she’ll take care of it. Mom works the phone to find out what’s out there to get this done. She works the computer searching for the best place to call. Mom knows how to delegate. Mom calms you down while telling her own husband to call the tow truck, who says they’ll go get the car. Husband tells them to take it to the tire store and the tow truck driver says that’s no problem they drop cars off there all the time. Husband says he’ll call the tire store in the morning to tell them to fix the tire.
Mom calls and tells you that Husband took care of it and you get upset because you think you’re all grown up so you should be able to do this yourself.
Mom says it’s what parents do.
It’s what friends do when you’re in crisis mode. Fear mode. Help me mode. They help.
Moms and dads remember what it was like to have young babies, old cars, new bills, beginning career incomes. Moms and dads remember what it was like to not be able to see past the moment of everything going wrong at the exact same moment.
This very very very bad day…..won’t be for long. You hug the husband, you hug the babies. All are safe. All are home. You thank the parents and the friends.
And the very very very bad day is done.