Soooooo Baaaaad

It was one of those moments. An "I wish this was just a bad dream" moment. I got up early this morning, did my work for the dr. office and then cleaned house all morning long (dishes, laundry, vaccum, dust, mop). Suddenly I realized it was time to take Grant to school already! AUGH! Quickly I ran him through the shower like a car-wash and then out he went to get dressed and hurry off to the car to leave. As ALWAYS, the dogs were standing at the back door waiting to go with us, so I shuffled them into the car as quickly as possible and off we went.
When I pulled into the drop-off line I was relieved to see I wasn't the only mom running late...there were still a couple of cars there dropping kids off. I hustled Grant out of his booster seat and handed him his back pack to put on. He opened the van door to get out and in the blink of an eye...OUT WENT KINLEY!!!!!! Like a 4 pound speeding bullet, she catapulted out of the van and took off like a Pitbull was chasing her or something. Meanwhile I'm yelling at Grant in my sternest voice "GET HER!!!" It was at about that time that Grant's teacher (who was standing in line with the entire rest of the pre-K class, looks at me through the passenger van window and says "is that your dog?" I nodded yes but stayed put in my seat. You see....I was only wearing a short little nightie and my slippers. That's IT. No way on EARTH could I get out of the car and chase down my dog exposing all my goodies to 50 four and five year olds and their teachers!!! Even if I could keep myself covered...the wind was blowing like crazy and I knew something would fly up or out eventually. So there I sat--in my seat--wishing I could melt away into the velvety fabric--while the elderly teacher is chasing MY dog around the schoolyard. Embarrasing doesn't even come close. Finally she caught her (Kinley) and brought her over to me in the van where I explained why I hadn't gotten out and chased after my OWN dog. The look on her face when she saw me there in my jammies at 12:30 pm dropping my son off for school felt like a slap on the hand. I'm sure to anyone--it looked like I had just woken up (even though I had been up since 6:30 am and had been super-dooper busy!)
As I drove away I wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry. All I knew at that moment was--this is gonna make one heck of a blog story! ha ha ha