The Worst Parents In The World!
Now that it has been a week or so, raw emotions have now had time to heal, I can report to you what makes us the worst parents ever.
On a normal day we get up, get little man ready, and wait with him until he catches the bus at 6:40 am sharp. Last week, lets just say we got a less then stellar start. It was a wet and rainy Tuesday morning when the alarm went off at 6:00 am sharp, this is also the beginning of a down spiral which turns out to be a cataclysmic day for little man.
Hitting the snooze button we over sleep. Waking up abruptly, the husband finds my daughter getting ready and little man gone. "Where is little man?" "He's on the bus" she says proudly. After rehashing the run down on the getting ready routine, she seemed to only forget his snack. No biggie, we'll just run one by. . .
Forty five minutes later the phone rings. It's Grandmama, (who works as the school secretary), it seems in addition to a snack, he will be requiring socks. Socks?!?
(Rewind to events earlier that morning)
Miss Thang attempts to get little man ready with five minutes until bus time. Mostly dressed with a book bag and ONE shoe in hand he runs through the rain to catch the bus. With one wet sock he spends half the bus ride attempting to stuff his little wet foot into the shoe. Finally, he gives up and just pulls the other shoe off.
(further events as reported by the office workers)
Exiting the bus, still in the rain, he heads for the office. With now two wet feet, disheveled and ticked off, he busts through the office door asking “where is MY grandmamma?!” Giggling, Mrs. Stacey sat him in the chair until she arrived. Grandmama's remedy to remove his socks and head to class until we got there, got off with him some kinda bad. Frustrated, he did.
Meanwhile, the husband grabbed him socks out of the laundry room, a snack, and we head for the school. After delivering the goods, the husband returns to the car with a zip lock bag full of dirty wet socks. We both feel equally low, and know we have GOT to be the worst parents ever. . .
That is until we get home to pick little man up. Meeting us at the door, he immediately requests an explanation. Confused, we ask what about? Little man plops to the floor removing both shoes, and holds his legs straight out. He says "Do you see this?" Frantically he states
Bending over to inspect, I read "hanes" emroidered in pink. It was at that point I realized we were actually the "more mostest worstest parents ever!"
posted by Christy @ 9:57 AM
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