If you didn't know already, the secret is out...I am a mean mom.
This morning, as with every morning here, it was a little crazy. I was feeding the baby, trying to get Becky and Josh dressed, and notice that it's time for the kids to head out to the bus.
So, in a mad dash the kids leave for school. I finished getting the little kids dressed, changed Katie (who has had a blow out), and tried to get out to the car so I could take Josh to preschool.
I walked into the kitchen...
And it looked like a tornado had blown through...there was food on the ground, dishes on the table and counters...and worst of all...ALL the trash from making lunches was...no, not in the trash can, but on the floor, on the table, everywhere and anywhere, except where it was supposed to be.
So, mean mom emerged. (Picture the scene from the Incredible Hulk, where Bruce Banner is pushed beyond his limits, as his clothes start to tear, as his skin turns green...ahhhh...)
Mean Mom, you say? Yeah. I hurried and got Josh to preschool and then drove to the elementary school, picked the kids up, and made them come home and pick up their trash.
I know! Mean mom.
I could have picked up the trash. I could have put everything away. I could have done lot of things, but what would they have learned?
So we had a long talk (with no yelling, yeah, me!) about how if we wanted to take hot lunches to school, then we needed to be more responsilbe and put our trash IN the trash can, otherwise PB&J made the night before (OH NO!).
Then, one more quick trip to return the kids to school, lesson learned (I hope).
Oh yeah. And the words you don't want to hear while in the middle of a blog post?
"Mommy, I pooped in my underwear." (With big eyes and a sweet smile.)