Kids and Carpooling
I started out with the purest of intentions, I really did but then my life got in the way. While readying myself for work this morning (quickly as I intended to meet the carpool again) a parade of sad children moped past the bathroom. Each one was more pathetic than the last…
First my 8 year old son slinks by, half-dressed and crying because it’s too late for him to take a shower. He’s eight! I would have paid hard cash to avoid a shower when I was eight!.
Next came my youngest with windpants on that were three sizes too big. When I pointed out this obvious fashion error he cried, “Dad made me put ‘dem on!”
My husband (yelling from downstairs): “They were in his drawer and he insisted on “soft” pants so he’s wearing them!”
I yelled back, “They’re in his drawer because you’ve only put clothes away one time in your entire life and you got it wrong!” …on the inside. On the outside I just sighed and went back to my hair dryer.
Then came my 10 year old daughter, also in tears and half-dressed. “I don’t have any pants that fit me!” As if somehow I’d done this to her on purpose.
Amid a great deal of stomping and gnashing of teeth everyone did manage to get fully dressed. I missed the carpool.
I know we only have one world but I’ll have to save it tomorrow. Today I saved the pantless instead.