The whole problem started yesterday.
I had already driven back and forth from his school twice (once to drop him off at school and once to pick him up four hours later since it was a half-day) and was getting ready to head out the door for yet a third trip to his school so he could catch the bus with his basketball team for a game out in Shady Cove.
And right in line with every single day of my life when I try to leave the house on time with my children (and we get in the car, or worse yet, to our destination before I/they realize that one or more of them has forgotten their lunch box, a math book, a leotard, their brain, a coat, a backpack, etc.) Cole realized that he didn't know where his basketball shorts or shoes were, and after a heated inquisition, he decided that they were at school, laying in a bag in the hallway where he had mistakenly left them. (I might add that for 12 years now, Cole has misplaced, forgotten, or otherwise lost just about everything he owns.)
And within minutes of arriving at Annie's school to pick her up before heading to Cole's school (mind you, we're now running late as a result of the inquisition) Cole disappeared.
So I ran (hopping in my foot-boot and fuming with anger) out to the car to see if he was there.
He was not.
So I ran (hopping in my foot-boot and fuming with anger) back into the school.
He was there.
And then I put my finger in his face and raised my voice right in front of everyone.
And then we got in the car and headed to his school.
And then he sprinted (because I told him if he knew what was good for him - and I wasn't referring to his health - that he would sprint) to find his shorts and his shoes and to get changed so he wouldn't miss the bus.
But we couldn't find the bus or his coaches or any of his teammates.
So we went to the front office, where they informed us that the bus had left fifteen minutes prior (but they were nice enough to make a copy of the new basketball schedule, which included bus departure times for away games, since the schedule we had hanging on the fridge at home didn't include them.)
And as we headed back towards the car (me; fuming, Cole; fuming, Annie; being Annie) I asked him who told him that the bus was leaving at 3:00 (Before I dropped Cole off for school in the morning, I reminded him that he needed to check with the coach or the front office about the bus departure time and when I picked him back up from school later in the day, he informed me that the bus was scheduled to leave at 3:00.) That's when he told me that he decided to ask one of his classmates (who doesn't even play basketball) rather than asking his coach or someone at the front office.
And my response (may or may not have) included a swearword.
And then we got back in the car (me; fuming, Cole; fuming Annie; being Annie)
And then I sat (fuming) in the car for a few minutes while my children sat (silently) in the backseat, before calling Josh Downs to ask him what I should do; drive Cole 45 minutes to his game so he didn't let his team down, or drive home and let him learn this lesson the hard way.
Josh told me to drive home.
And when we got home, I put Cole to work, cleaning the backyard, sweeping the back porch, doing the dishes, etc.
And by the time he came inside, I was done being mad and I was ready for him to be done too, so I held him down on the ground and pinned his arms under my legs (while sternly reminding him to take it easy on me since I have a broken leg) and tickled him.
And then I made him write an apology letter to each of his coaches.
And then I made him do his homework.
And then I asked him what he was going to do to ensure that both of his coaches received the apology letters and he told me that he was going to fold them up right away and stick them in his gym back so he could give them to the coaches before basketball practice the next day.
And then I turned on Back to Black by Amy Winehouse (Actually, it was Bryan Keith's version from the third season of The Voice, which is way more upbeat.) and the three of us danced in the living room, and then we ate dinner and then we went to bed.
But then I got out of bed about 30 minutes late this morning (We normally get up early on Friday's so we can go to the coffee shop to study spelling words and Bible verses.) which means my kids got up late too, which means that we were getting off to a rocky start.
And right in line with every single day of my life when I try to leave the house on time with my children, it somehow takes them 45 minutes to get dressed and brush their teeth, so we didn't have time to drive to or hang out at the coffee shop we normally go to, so instead, we ended up in the drive-through at the coffee stand by our house where I ordered a poppyseed muffin for Cole, a blueberry muffin for Annie, two milks and a chai latte, while Cole gave Annie her spelling test.
And then we dropped Annie off at school (but I made Cole stay in the car, lest he decide to get lost at Annie's school like he had the day before) and then I gave him his spelling test on the way to his school.
And as we were pulling into the school, I asked him to confirm that he had the apology letters for his coaches in his gym bag, and after a heated inquisition, he told me that he thought they were still sitting at home on the kitchen table.
And my response (may or may not have) included a swearword.
So I parked the car (fuming) and told him that he'd have to re-write them quickly and neatly.
And when he asked me how he was supposed to be both quick and neat, I told him that he would have to figure that one out on his own.
And then I proofed and approved the apology letters, asked him to spell a few words he had missed on his spelling test and had him recite his Bible verse. (Ironically, Psalm 119:11, "I have hidden your word in my heart that I might not sin against you.")
And then he hopped out of the car (still fuming,) closed the door without saying a word and started walking across the parking lot towards school.
And I just sat there (fuming) and watched him walk away, knowing that about 20 minutes later, he was going to be sitting in class (sad) and I was going to be sitting in front of my computer (sad) because neither one of us can stand stand to hold a grudge for very long.
So I half-heartedly rolled down my window and reluctantly called his name and he reluctantly walked back to the car and half-heartedly listened to me while I told him that we were both going to regret ending our morning like this.
But he just looked at me and responded by saying, "So."
And 'SO' I just looked at him and responded by pressing the button to roll back up the window.
And then I watched him walk back across the parking lot and towards the school, start to open the hall door, pause, look across the parking lot towards my car, and then disappear through the door.
And then I sighed for a second with the back of my head up against the car seat, thinking about how disappointed I was in both of us before putting the car in 'drive' and started to pull out of my parking spot.
But then (almost like in a movie) I looked up and spotted him running back across the parking lot and towards the car and before he had even completely opened the car door, he started apologizing. And then I threw my arms around him (ok, now its sounding like a cheesy movie) and started kissing his forhead while apologizing.
And I didn't even care that he was going to be tardy.
And now he's at school (happy) and I'm sitting in front of my computer (happy) just like it should be.