Sheer panic, as I frantically look for her pacifier. I’m running late.
She is impatiently demanding and you feel the pressure build, knowing the tantrum will only worsen if this paci is not found. I have checked my purse, crawled in to search the floor, felt under her bottom, patted under the car seat, back to the purse…no luck. So I step back and reassess. I’m frustrated, “I just had it!”. In my hand, is my car keys and sunglasses. I check my pockets again, front and back. All the while continuing to scan around the car seat certain I overlooked it.
Exasperated, I give up, knowing it will be an intolerable ride. “I’ve got to go!” Get in the drivers seat, put down my phone and sunglasses, remove the keys from my fingers only to notice there is still something dangling.
Five minutes of precious time wasted, an abundance of adrenaline pumped into my system, an overall annoyance in my words with my daughter and it was on my ring finger the whole time.
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