It happened suddenly, before I even realized a skunk had sprayed my daughter. One moment I was helping my son with his bike, and the next my little girl is gagging and coughing and trying to scream.
The day had not started out well. Both children had missed the bus, apparently because I failed to yell “Hurry Up” enough times. It never fails to surprise me how slowly my children can do normal, every-day things, like put a shirt on or eat cereal or brush their teeth. So, the bus came and went, and my children were not on it. That meant that I had to search for my purse and keys while tugging on a bra and tennis shoes at the same time so I could drive them. Driving them was the only way to get them to school safely and on time, although I would have loved to have just made them stay home, do homework and stay in bed all day long after the morning they gave me.
Nevertheless, I got them to the proper place at the proper time so they do the requisite learning activities and I could have the next several hours to prepare for my afternoon meeting. That meetig did not go well, unfortunately, and I didn’t get the bid, despite all the hours of work I’d put into my presentation.
I barely got home in time for the kids to get off the bus, and we headed straight into whining homework time. I powered through, helping them with their homework, cleaning the kitchen, folding laundry and getting dinner ready all at the same time.
I realized it was too quiet at the dinner table. I’d spent all the time I had with my children that day yelling at them to hurry up or do something or focus on their work, and they were just as tired as I was. It was time to do something fun.
We pulled out the bikes and rode around the neighborhood. It was a lovely, early spring day, one of those rare warm ones, and the evening was turning out to be beautiful. We laughed and raced and spent some wonderful quality time.
Then my son’s bike broke. Then, my daughter chased down a skunk and the skunk sprayed her. I had no idea what to do. I wanted to grab her and hold her and console her, but we couldn’t stop coughing and gagging on that nasty skunk smell. I somehow managed to calm her down, get us and the bikes back home, stripped her down in the garage and threw away the clothes, and got her in the tub while I searched for how to remove skunk smell. After many hours, lot of my daughter’s tears and some tears on my part, we managed to get rid of the skunk smell, mostly. Compared to today, tomorrow can only be better.