Here’s what I remember.
Colum and Irene were eating breakfast in the kitchen and I was letting Mary sleep since her preschool starts later than the kids’ school. I had made their lunches and stacked the containers neatly at one corner of the kitchen island. Colum’s backpack was in the corner of the room, but Irene’s had been left in the car overnight.
I remember taking the car key off it’s hook and slipping on a pair of flats to dash out to the car. I didn’t wear a jacket, but I think I might have had a cardigan on. I unlocked the car doors by turning the key twice in the driver’s side door since we don’t have a remote access key fob for our car. I then opened the rear car door on the driver’s side and saw that the backpack was at the other side of the car. I walked around the back of the car, opened the rear door on the passenger side and took out the backpack.
I remember going upstairs, waking Mary, bringing her to the bathroom and getting her dressed. Her stroller had been left outside and was wet, so I covered the seat with a plastic bag and then a reusable cloth shopping bag. We walked the two older kids to the school bus and then walked back home.
Then I fed Mary breakfast, packed her a school snack, and walked her to preschool. Then I walked back home again, tried to work for a couple hours, walked back to the preschool to get Mary and then, you guessed it, walked home. Yes, this is my life.