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I had kind-of a horrendous day. I won’t go into detail, but it involved driving around for 45 minutes looking for a parking spot, managing to miss three subway trains in one two-train trip (that takes talent!), running in a relay race in front of a bunch of elementary school kids, and getting a parking ticket. All while being exhausted from staying up way too late working and folding laundry.
All I wanted to do when I got home this afternoon was sleep. I wasn’t just tired. Something was wrong. I could barely keep my head up. But I had two hours before I had to pick my daughter up, and I was going to spend it in bed.
I picked up my phone to text my son to come in quietly and get right to his homework, and at that moment he called me: “Mom, you need to pick me up right now!”
My mind immediately jumped to an injury or sickness of some kind, or some other sort of trouble. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I just got four more boxes of chocolate to sell for band and I don’t want to take the bus. They’re heavy.”
Are you freaking kidding me? In my mind I was already crawling under the covers, sleeping off this day, shaking off whatever was making me feel like I hadn’t slept in a week.
“I’m sorry Jake. You didn’t arrange this with me first. Take the chocolate back to the band room. I got very little sleep last night and I’m about to take a nap. I can pick you up tomorrow and you can bring it home then.”
“Sorry, Jake. I can’t do it. I got five hours of sleep and I don’t feel well. I’m going to bed. Come in quietly.”
“BYE.” And he hung up. He sounded pissed.
I went upstairs, and I admit it, I did feel guilty. If I’d been working, or at an appointment, or in some other way busy, it would be a no brainer. But I was saying no to my son because I wanted a nap.
I fell asleep in about twenty seconds. When I woke up, Jake was home. And so were four heavy boxes of chocolate. I carried five of those suckers to my car once, and it almost killed me. I’m honestly not sure how he navigated public transportation with them. He’s as stubborn as I am.
I sat him down and explained to him that if it’s an emergency, I will drop what I’m doing to help him. But this was a matter of convenience, and my convenience was more important than his in this case. I expected him to be mad, but he said he was just sad – sad that I wouldn’t help him. I told him that I was sad that he thought he could just call me with no notice and expect me to race over.
I don’t really care what lesson he takes from this. Don’t bite off more than you can chew? Don’t expect the world to revolve around you? Life is better when mom isn’t exhausted? Don’t care. As long as he learned something. Even if it was just how to hold four boxes of chocolate while swiping a MetroCard.
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