Well, today I confirmed that I am NOT a candidate for Mother of the Year. It's only January and already, I'm out of the running. You see, today my daughter left for sixth grade camp. She has been so excited. She was packed last week. She had lists of things she wanted to do while she was there. She and her best friend made a poster for the wall of their cabin. She was psyched.
I thought I had everything in order for today. Until I let her go on her Facebook. It was 8:40ish and we still had about ten minutes before we needed to leave. We were all packed and ready to go. She wanted to post a message on her Facebook before we left. Unfortunately, reading one of her friends posts turned our morning from calm to chaos.
"Hey Mom. This is funny. Kenzie said 'so excited for camp tomorrow' then Lexi commented '8:45 tomorrow right?' and Kenzie said ' yep, 8:45. Don't be late!' and it is 8:45 right now."
I thought...8:45. 8:45? 8:45!!!
Me: "I thought you had to be there at 9. Are you supposed to be there at 8:45?!?"Me: "Where is the paper with the times on it? Didn't you take it in your room?"
Her: "Yes but I don't know where it is."
Commence lecture on being responsible. All the way to school, on the last morning before she would be gone for three days, I lectured her on why it is important for her to be more responsible... to know what time she is supposed to be there... to make sure I get all the information that comes home from school...
ROOOOAAAAR! Grrrrrrrrrr...Roooooaaaarrrrrrr!
Then, after all this, we pulled up to the school to find that she was perfectly on time. They were wrong about 8:45. I was right. It was 9. We (and by we, I mean I) freaked out and yelled for nothing. AND I left in a panic which means I left without the camera and have no documentation of this event. That's what I get.
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I got her out of the car. Apologized and told her I loved her. Then pouted all the way home. I immediately added to my guilt by finishing off the Oreo's. They were reduced fat Oreo's but when you scarf down eight of them, the reduced fat benefit sort of goes out the window. To add insult to injury, I found the paper with the times. Next to my desk. It had gotten knocked onto the floor. That's why she didn't know where it was.
Definitely out of the running.
I know I'm not the only mom to lose my cool but man, I hate when that happens. Hopefully she doesn't spend the next three days thinking about how crazy her mother is.
