I pick my kids up every single day…same time, same place. And, every day our conversation always looks pretty much the same. They’re hungry, they’re tired, and they’re emotionally wiped. Respecting your teachers all day, playing nice on the playground, and working hard in every class is hard work!
Recently, I grabbed all three of them, and we headed to the car. My oldest was unusually quiet, but I let it be. If I’ve learned one thing the hard way in this season, it’s the importance of not asking any questions until we are privately and safely in our car.
Per the usual, my boys argued over whose day it was to sit in the front with me. It was an odd day on the calendar, so that meant it was the younger one’s turn. My oldest said something nasty to his younger brother, and then like clockwork, the younger one retaliated with something even more unkind. I hadn’t even buckled my seatbelt before I was yelling, which is not the way any mom ever wants to be reunited with her kids, after a long day apart. It took about thirty seconds for my oldest to throw his things in the back seat and report that his day was horrible…his worst one ever in the history of all days. ever.
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