Friday, September 08, 2006
My morning cup of guilt
Ring. Look at caller id. Ok ... I know I haven't had my first cup of coffee yet, but I am willing to brave the conversation sans caffeine.
So.... is he ready?
Yep. He is all dressed and ready to go.
Is he excited?
Yes, he is. He asked to get dressed at 8:15, and he doesn't leave here until after lunch.
Oh. What time are you taking him? What time does school start?
Well, he asked to ride the bus this morning. Since it is only Kindergartners, I think I am going to let him (word to the wise ... never show your hand in cards). I will follow behind him in the van, and make sure he knows where to line up, and see the bench where Sissy (Queen) will meet him to get on the bus to come home.
Pause. The pause of guilt.
Oh. He's riding the bus BOTH ways? Isn't that a LOT for the first day of school? Didn't you drive Queen to school on her first day?
Yes, I did drive Queen to her first day of school because I succumbed to pressure.
Drawing in her breath: Well, it IS a big day.
Yes. It IS a big day. I remember feeling abandoned by you because you were student teaching, and you just dropped me off at school, and when it came around to rest time, I laid my head down on the table and started crying.
Major bout of silence.
Are you still there?
Well, of COURSE I am still here. I was just thinking that that is a lot of bus for him for his first day.
Well you know what? Let's just hold him back a year and let him go next year. And while we're at it, why don't we look for a replacement for me, because I obviously don't have any common sense. Because apparently YOU think that I am going to majorly scar my child for life by putting him on the bus to AND from school. So ... just call CS. I am sure they will find an appropriate house for him somewhere.
Now! You are being totally unreasonable.
Am I? You call. You hear what I have planned. You start making your comments. You start laying on the guilt. Really. Am I the one being unreasonable here?
I just don't want him to get lost.
WHERE will he get lost? I really don't see him jumping up every time the bus stops to pick up another Kindergartner and trying to run off the bus. I am going to MEET him there. I am going to show him where to line up. The only difference is, he will be on the bus, which is where he ASKED to be.
Ok. You know best.
ALWAYS there to get the last jab in.
Mini Martha would have told me to roll over and tell her I would consider her comments.
I should have had that caffeine.
I'm a mom of three peeps ... Queen Bee, The Door Man, and the Chandelier Monkey, and wife to Ace, the Helpful Hardware Man. I created this space to get away from the people known as my inlaws, and because life with three kids and a hubby is all Unexplored Territory.
The writing is on the wall