Good morning Everyone!
Things got a little tense at our household this morning thanks to contacts and baseball, strange combination that it is.
Kayla got contacts about a month ago and after the first three days, which were rough, had most of the kinks worked out – until this morning. I knocked on her bedroom door to tell her I was going to take a shower, so I would wish her a good day then and to have a good day, and
got screamed yelled at
was informed tersely that her contacts were just “not working” this morning and she was afraid she was going to miss the bus. [How something with no moving parts or motor can “not work” is beyond me.]
When I told her she had nine minutes left so she should calm down a little, I struck a spark onto a pile of dry twigs and leaves. I’m not saying I slammed any doors over the conversation, but I slammed my bedroom door over the conversation.
However, as we all know, Karma works its magic at the worst possible times.
15 minutes after the bus came, Kayla texted – she had forgotten her permission slip for the baseball game field trip her class is taking today and would I please bring it to her at school so she wouldn’t have to sit in the boring classroom all day long and us lose the $20 we had plunked down for the field trip? [I’m sure it was our losing the twenty dollars that was worrying her the most.][Insert sarcasm font.]
I contemplated telling her “no.” I should have told her “no.” I almost texted her “no. ” But instead I clenched my jaw and started looking for it. Once I found it, the following dialogue by text ensued:
[Typos in originals]
ME: Leaving house now. Please be at front at drop off line to pick up form. Do NOT make me park and come inside.
KAYLA: I can’t do that its against the rules.
[At this point, I think most mothers would agree with me that she has achieved reached the level of justifiable homicide.]
Then how the )^&*&%$%(*&^( do you expect me to get it to [text typing interrupted by further communication from Kayla.]
KAYLA: I’ll try it
ME: [Deletes above text without sending. ]
KAYLA: coach dean said I could come to the carrider line.
My mood was not improved by the fact that I managed to lose the permission slip form three times after I found it before I entered the car which probably wasn’t her fault but which I will find some way to blame on her anyhow.
The smile on her face when she grabbed the form from me, though, made it worth it.
Have a great day!