Do you ever have one of THOSE mornings? You know the kind? The kind where everything goes wrong-and-you-can't-find-your-keys-because-you-were-sitting-on-them. Yes, it was that kind of morning.
First of all, I am sick. It can leave now. The way I am trying to cough up a lung you would think I could get rid of it. I woke up late because I am a
Teen angst is very real, and is not to be taken lightly. Especially when said teen feels as though she has been verbally attacked. Her social studies class is learning about the Mormons. Pssst....we are members. Okay now that we have out in the open. Some of her classmates made derogatory remarks about our church. She took it very personally. And rightfully so at 13. I sent an email to the teacher this morning and let him know what had happened. I was brief--shocker--and nice. He is going to address it today and not mention names. This email set me back as did my son's antics of not getting dressed. Then we couldn't find his shoes, then I couldn't find my keys. It's time to go...tick tock tick tock! The blood is getting hot and my usually mild mannered self *snort yeah right* is quickly be taking over by my mama bear self.
I was very pleased to get the kids off to school. After I dropped off the boy and Little Middle, I told the teen I deserved a high five for surviving an otherwise sucky morning. She high-fived me and it was a weak one...not because she didn't feel like doing it, it simply failed. I didn't care. I was happy to be done. I could breathe again. We were on our way to the middle school and that is when we saw it....a car accident. Right in front of our eyes. We both screamed. It happened in slow motion, and yet it was instantaneous. Why is that? One car was going straight, the other was turning left. The left turner turned into the on coming car. I pulled over because I saw it. A lady across the street was on the phone calling the police. She saw it too. I was impressed at how fast he got there. It turns out, he had just left the site. He was very nice, and I honestly think he didn't really need our statements. He knew by looking at the cars what happened.
After seeing that accident, I decided my morning no longer sucked. It was chaotic and stressful yes, but it didn't suck.
How was your morning?