Have you every had a day when you blurt out to your teenager, while your on the phone with your hairdresser, in front of colleagues "I am going to kill you!" No? Really? Well that was my day today! Shall I start from the beginning? The whole thing took place in a matter of 1/2 hour, but the frustration lasts much longer.
It starts out as a typical day after school. E walks to my school from his, and does his typical teenage annoying stuff, but it is all good hearted. All three boys have haircuts after school, so T is going to drive them over there. I ask E to wait outside as there is not very much time between after school and haircuts and there is not time to come in and find him.
E comes outside with the bell and gets frustrated for having to wait for T for 1 minute. Before I can stop him, he starts walking across the street. I am supervising school patrol and can not run after him, although I do start yelling at him-which he can't hear do to those FREAKING HEAD PHONES! I also notice he does not have his backpack with his basketball stuff in it that he will need for after haircuts.
Do you see that it is quickly going from bad to worse? I txt him and ask him where his backpack is and that he needs to get back here. He txts me to send his backpack with B. Meanwhile I am wondering where T is cause it is now 3:25 and he should be at the school by now. I go to find B who hasn't showed up yet and T pulls up. I send everything with T and send him off to go find E.
By this time I know that they will be late, and am a little frustrated, but am confident that they will be on there way. Here comes the "I AM GOING TO KILL YOU" part.
I am in the library, on the phone and in walks who? With a smile on his face...all casual like he has all the time in the world? You guessed it...E. Here is the conversation as I can remember it
M: I AM GOING TO KILL YOU! Oh not you, (hairdresser), but my son. I've got to go, call you later. What are you doing here?!?!?!?
E: You told me to come back and get my backpack.
(why does he pick this exact minute to listen and do what I say?)
M: Why did you leave?
E: I was looking for T. Why didn't you stop me if you didn't want me to go?
M: I DID, BUT YOU COULDN'T HEAR ME!!!
E: That's cause I was listening to my music.
M: (ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME???-that was my thought) Your kidding! we need to get going, you're going to be late.
E: Why did you tell me to wait outside if T was going to take so long?
(I don't even answer that one...I am afraid to open my mouth!)
E: Where's my backpack?
M: B
We are walking outside at this point to go find T and he asks me
E: Where's my runners?
M: I don't know, where did you put them.
E: In the van.
(Are you kidding me? Can we not get things together?)
M: Go get the keys and get your shoes.
He walks away like he doesn't have a care in the world. Meanwhile I am txt and phoning T; who won't answer of course because he's driving...stupid obeying son...I run over to the other side of the school and flag down T, go get E, grab the keys and go back to my meeting a little stunned and stressed.
The ladies who are so nice say...
"I'm glad I'm not the only one who says they want to kill their kids!"
Thank you friends who laughed at my frustration and to Dan who listened to me rant when I got home (even though he tried to escape and I had to tell him..."I'm not finished yet, sit down and listen to my day!")
E...I still love you and if it wasn't for you, what would I have blogged about today?
