The boys and I have been running ragged for quite some time now... Honestly, it has become our norm. It's what we're used to. What we expect.
However, there have been little cracks lately. Like Sam telling me for the past 3 weeks that he doesn't want to get out of bed in the morning or go to school because he's so tired. This is my child who LOVES school!
In fact, just this morning, he complained and complained and refused to get out of bed until 10 minutes before we had to leave... Which, of course, then made everything frantic to try to get out the door on time.
So... Tomorrow I don't have school. I decided to do something I have never done. I decided that we were going to sleep in and the boys were going to be tardy... Just because.
I almost didn't tell the boys, but then the teacher in me kicked in and I had to make sure they weren't going to be missing any important tests or anything...
And that's when it happened.
Sam complained......and complained... and wouldn't stop complaining. I would make him miss PE... Even though he was having a sub, what if his teacher left something important... He would have SO much work to make up!!!
And I lost it.
I just couldn't believe he was complaining over the ONE thing he had been asking for EVERY morning for the last three weeks.
And as my brain was exploding... telling him "Fine. Fine. I will get up early but that I didn't want to hear him complain about being woken up early especially when we had stayed up late." (9:30. lol Late for them)...I caught myself.
I realized that I was actually proud.
Proud that I was dangling the carrot and my son still chose the right path (Honestly, not the path *I* wanted tomorrow morning - it's my day off. I wanted to sleep!) But still...
This was an easy decision. This was a why would we be doing anything else? decision... Because that's how I raised them.
Doesn't change the fact that I wanted to sleep in. *sigh* Here's to responsible kids *glass raised*
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