What a morning! If my alarm went off, I must have turned it off without registering the fact. So I woke up half an hour late, on a day when I had a meeting scheduled immediately after school drop off. The two school kids didn’t want to wake up, and were still in bed at 7:15 – twenty minutes before our drop dead time to be pulling out of the garage. The Dude said that he didn’t feel well, but appeared to be suffering nothing more than a very minor sore throat. I insisted he get up and get ready for school and proceeded to feed the rest of the kids a carb-packed breakfast of bagels. Time was running thin, but the dog was crying from his crate, so I ran him out to potty real quick. Boo followed me, and wound up falling smack on her face as we were running back into the house. I carried the battered and screaming child into the house, glanced at the stairs and saw the Dude, STILL IN HIS JAMMIES. I looked at the clock, and it read 7:35 - yes, that would be my drop dead time to be pulling out of the garage. Boo was still screaming, the dog was racing around the kitchen looking for stray bagels to pull off the table, and Dad entered into the fray to yell at the top of his lungs, “DUDE, GET READY FOR SCHOOL!!!!!!!!!”
I wound up taking off with the three younger kids, getting Bonita to school several minutes late. I was late to my meeting, of course. Ray drove the Dude to school and I ran him up to the office, since my meeting was just across the parking lot. He was forlorn, worrying over the fact that this is his third tardy, which means DETENTION. Serving detention as a third grader is gonna… well, for lack of a better word, suck. Its left me feeling sad and guilty, but he tries to play the “I don’t feel good” card all the time and today he is learning the hard way that our choices have consequences.
So there. Finally. I guess that’s the point of this post. Choices have consequences, as we know all too well as adults. As parents, we have a natural desire to shelter our children, but we also bear a responsibility to allow them to learn it the hard way.
Today, my baby’s learning the hard way. And I really want to cry.