Thursdays I go into work just a tad later. As i came out of my room I noticed that the bug’s door was still closed. I knocked and when he opened up, there he stood hair catty whompus still in his PJs. “It’s 6:45”, I exclaimed.
He properly responded with surprise as his bus generally comes at 6:50. I went down to make my lunch for work. Minutes later he joined me with eyes red from poking his contact lenses in. He tried for the drive by exit. A wave and a see you after school. “Hold on! You need breakfast.” I handed him a cereal bar. Feeling less than adequate about my parenting, I went about my business. The goose came down. I relayed the story. She clarified that he comes down at that time most mornings. “No breakfast?” I implore. “Not unless he does it quickly.” She answered.
Well, cross my heart and call me stupid. That kid had me. I fell for his earnestness….little stinker. This is the first summer that I will be working full time out of the home. I have managed to convince myself he will have a working meth lab in the shed by the middle of July. Saints preserve us!