Tough to Leave

I was all set, as usual, to get to work exactly at 7:45. I had Kenzie changed, dressed, and fed. In fact, she was so gung ho to see Kristie, who was upstairs getting ready, she scampered right out of her high chair and headed up the stairs.

Here was my chance to quickly kiss Kristie and Kenzie good bye and to tell them (and KoKo who was still in bed) that I loved them and that I'd see them after school.

In fact, I was almost at the back door at 7:25.

Then disaster struck: I needed my black shoes. You see I thought they were in the basement, but those were my brown shoes.

My black shoes were out on the front porch.

Unfortunately, when I snuck to the front of the house to get them, Kenzie was at the top of the stairs and saw me again.

Of course, she threw a fit that I was leaving.

I still had time to dash out the back door and head out, but by the time I had my stupid dress shoes on, Kenzie was storming through the dining room into the kitchen, tears streaming down her face and her arms wide open crying "Da-a-a-ddddy!"

Suddenly, 7:45 was out of the question.

I picked her up and talked to her and played with her before I had to leave her upstairs with Kristie and KoKo . . . and still crying.