I did not get to bed last night at 7:30 PM like I had hoped.

I was asleep when my head hit the pillow at 11:30 PM though.

Lennon was up at 5:15 AM.

I was up at 5:15 AM.

The next two and half hours were a blur.

I was pleasantly surprised when I arrived at work and discovered that I was appropriately attired.

I wasn’t even sure what was under my coat given the hustle and bustle of the morning.

When I went to pickup Lennon later at the daycare he did not want to leave.

He clung to the daycare lady.

And I mean clung.

The day care lady had to peel him off of her.

He cried when I took him out the door.

I did not feel like Grandma of the year in that moment.

In the short trip from the daycare door to the car door the crying turned into a full-on tantrum.

My grandson is a gifted contortionist.

I spent ten minutes trying to wrangle him into his car seat while he did everything in his power to escape.

I only prevailed because he ran out of steam.

Parents of other children at the daycare were arriving during this spectacle.

I think they felt sorry for me.

I felt sorry for me.

Once he was in lockdown in the car seat he calmed down quickly.

I did not calm down.

I was frazzled.

He was a model citizen for the rest of the evening.

I began to wonder if I had exaggerated the incident in my mind.

I had not.

No medal today.

I’ll try again tomorrow.