So, I was reminded the other day that it has been a while since my last post. Sorry to leave you all hanging and waiting on the next sarcasm filled entry about my crazy life:) It just so happens that my children never cease to disappoint and have left me with a story to share as usual.
My kids and I were talking a couple evenings ago and I had a question about something that required them to speak to someone on the bus. I said, “Why didn’t you ask them this morning on the bus” to which they responded, “We didn’t ride the bus this morning”. I sat there somewhat dumbfounded and replied, “Huh? What do you mean you didn’t ride the bus?”. They then informed me that their Aunt Amanda took them to school.
As you know if you have read my previous posts, with the medications I have to take I am often still groggy in the morning and don’t love driving when I don’t feel 100%. Also, my kids have missed the bus more than once this year and suffered the school’s detention and missing sports policy because it is their job to get themselves up in the morning and get dressed and catch the bus. I know I have some nerve asking them to do all of this during crucial morning snap streak time, but I guess I’m a big meanie like that. Some of you may now be classifying me as a terrible and neglectful parent but since they are now 13 and 14 and I do everything for them but wipe their little tushies, I don’t feel that this lesson in time management and responsibility will kill them.
After the last missed bus situation, I remembered that their aunt drives my niece to school each morning and so I called and asked if she would be able to pick them up to keep me from driving that morning. Well, kind as she is she offered to take them any time that they wanted her to. My lovely children knew that I was much less than pleased at their missing the bus and that future incidences would likely come with a punishment so now I find out that they have in fact missed the bus “more than once” and called Aunt Amanda to take them to school without waking me to tell me what had happened. When I asked why they didn’t wake me up I was informed that they “didn’t want to cause me any stress” and that they “thought it was best to handle it themselves and show responsibility”. What kind of monsters have I created? They beat me at my own game. Now I am wondering, did Aunt Amanda know that I was unaware of what was going on or was she sucked into their little plot as well? I have always had a “gift” with words (not sure my husband sees it as a gift) and now I have passed it on to my children. What have I done? I have to up my game and stay on my toes with these evil geniuses at foot. I can only hope they will use their dark gifts to be rich lawyers one day and take care of me and not to knock me off my throne of wit and sarcasm. I feel the end of a reign is near!!