“Everyone load up!”
By now, my kids are old enough that when they hear this phrase, they should know to get their stuff, get a drink, and get in the car. Saturday morning was typical–rushing around to get to a baseball game. My husband left before me with said baseball player, and I had the leftovers. So, when I announced for everyone to load up, I assumed they did.
When I got to the game, my son’s friend ran up to me asking for him. I explained that my awesomely responsible nine-year-old was already here watching the game.
I took a minute to check in with my husband to verify that I had indeed just left a child at home (unknowingly). After a few chuckles from him and the passers-by, I bolted to the car to go retrieve the lost, lonely boy.
Only, when I got home, the lost and lonely boy had no idea that ne was either lost or lonely. He was sitting on the couch calmly watching the Texas/OU game, and was completely confused at my disheveled entrance.
I guess he won’t be in therapy for that one. But, I’ll keep working on it.