So, we're waiting for the bus and Seth manages to hop in a pile of mud, getting his sneakers covered just before preschool. Then he finds a stick and starts digging in the mud, and then he takes said stick and begins swinging it around, almost clocks his sister and I've had enough.
"Give me the stick!" I say, yanking it out of his hand.
I'm ticked off about his shoes, so with gusto I draw the stick back hard, ready to whip it across the yard. Yes, I draw it back hard, straight into Riley's head. I didn't know she had moved and was standing behind me! She's shrieking, crying. I get her calmed down, and then run in for two seconds to get Seth different shoes and the bus comes, causing her to freak out again. Wailing, she's pounding on the glass door! "Mommy! The bus! The bus!" I come flying out of the house to walk her down the driveway. Poor thing. Two panic attacks in less than five minutes and off you go princess.
I pray she has a good day?
* Riley had a great day at school. Perhaps a good whack on the head with a stick should become part of the daily morning routine?
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I have yet to figure out how to get the children off to the bus without trauma! What's the deal? lol
C'mon, Michelle. Give yourself a break - it would definitely have been worse if Seth had poked her eye out with the stick, right?
Besides, at that point, she was probably relieved to get on the bus and leave the madhouse already... ;-)
How about off to school - bus or no bus? Something always comes up. Maybe we should assume the ready position?!!
Sometimes a little whack on the head reminds one just how good life really is ;^)
Not enough has been made about the benefits of a good whack to the head!
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