The car ride to school was unusually peaceful this morning … right until we pulled up to the front of the drop-off line at school. You know, so everyone could witness my drama.
That’s when I heard a big ruckus in the backseat and turned around to see my children fighting their way to the front to kiss me goodbye. Sweet, right? Yeah, I wish it was all about me but they really only care who gets to do it first.
So I stop the car, turn around, pry them apart and a nice gentleman from the school working the carpool line opens the door just in time to hear me yell. That’s when my son starts crying and screams…
“Mommy, YOU poked me in the eye.”
WTF? Why is everything always my fault? Mind you no parts of my body came anywhere near his eyes.
So now I’ve changed from the crazy lady in the store to the crazy lady in the carpool line.
Great. And, it’s only 9 a.m. Happy Friday…
Winks & Smiles,