To the parents in the schoolyard this afternoon who saw my child’s behavior as he exited the building: Thank you for not intervening or judging the language he used against me, but rather getting out of the way so that I could deal with it to the best of my ability. Not that I know how to deal with it.
To the teachers who saw us in the halls as we went back in right after dismissal to retrieve his boots: Thank you for not judging but instead giving me sympathetic looks as I attempted to maneuver a stroller, an eight-year-old who wanted to tell me about his day, and a six-year-old who was well past meltdown. I’m actually unsure of whether those looks were sympathetic or just understanding. Because you all just had him for seven hours.
To the people who didn’t see us on the walk home: It got worse.
To the folks who plant, grow, harvest, and manufacture Theo’s chocolate: I love you.
To my husband: Bring home wine.
To the person who posted on Facebook a link to all the Season Three Downton Abbey episodes: I love you so much I might send you Theo’s chocolate.