I should have grounded them.

I should have taken away their television privileges or made them clean bathrooms.

I should have banished them to their rooms with piles of unfolded laundry.

Instead I did nothing.

I have no excuse.

Due to an orthodontist appointment scheduled for immediately following school dismissal today, the boys were supposed to be “car riders.” The sole responsibility of the car rider is to wait outside of school for their parent to arrive and wisk them away. Unless you are my child. If you are my child… you forget.

We had a ridiculously hectic schedule necessitating me beginning work this morning at 7am in order to accommodate the juggle of work responsibility vs. parent responsibility vs. household responsibility.  The mom had to work around the window repairman who had to work around the orthodontist who had to work around pharmacist who had to work around the soccer schedule. In order to make it all work, the kids kinda had to show up.

Which they didn’t.

They forgot and took the bus home leaving mom waiting in the parking lot.

For a long time.

Missing the orthodontist.

And the window repairman.

And the pharmacist.

Needless to say, I was hopping mad. I’d only reminded them 14 times before they left for school that morning. I guess I should have gone for 15.

While waiting in the parking lot (ALONE) I received the following text after which my head exploded:

Oh. My. Lord.

I’m not going to lie to you, I was planning punishments. I was daydreaming manual labor tasks all the way home.

That is, until I got a phone call from my sobbing 13 year old. The poor boy was completely devastated because he forgot. He begged me to forgive him.

Did I mention that he was sobbing?

I melted immediately.

How could I possibly punish that child? He was doing a better job then I ever could. In fact, his sincerity and contrition made me love him all the more.

So tonight, instead of scrubbing bathrooms with his toothbrush, he ate ice cream.

Don’t judge me.