Mornings are hard enough when both Henry and I are home to help move the girls along towards our departure goal of 7:20 a.m. (I think we've only met this goal 3 times this school year. I'm usually backing out of the driveway around 7:40 a.m., which completely bugs!!)
Today I was on my own because Henry is out of town. (At this time I would like to applaud all single parents out there. The only reason I haven't slit my wrists yet, is because I know Henry will be home tomorrow night.)
This morning the girls actually woke up on their own, which is HUGE. (We're usually trying to coax Megan out of bed at 7 a.m.) However, somewhere between breakfast and brushing teeth, the morning went to hell in a hand basket. Here's what I can remember ...
I told Megan to make her bed, which she did, but then closed the door so I couldn't see it. So naturally, while she was in the bathroom presumably brushing her teeth, I opened her door to check the bed. She heard her door open and came completely unglued!! It was downhill (fast) from there.
We backed out of the driveway at 7:45 a.m. We live 4 minutes from campus, and the bus leaves there for Megan's campus at 7:50 a.m. Do the math!!
So yeah, I was driving a little fast to make sure Meg didn't miss the bus, and she has the audacity to tell me that I'm not supposed to drive so fast!!! (Seriously?!!) So I tried to calmly explain (through gritted teeth) that she was right. I wasn't supposed to drive so fast, but SHE was the reason I was having to!! At that she yelled, "I DON'T LIKE YOU AND I WISH YOU WEREN'T MY MOTHER!!!!!!!!!!!"
And that, my friends, is when my nurturing, maternal instinct kicked into overdrive as I yelled back, "Oh yeah?!?!? WELL THAT CAN BE ARRANGED!!"
Not my best parenting moment.