I lost my plot at the stop-drop-go and I have to do better.

I have to do better.

I HAVE to.

Yesterday was a normal school morning like any other.

I was disorganised.

I forgot to freeze the ice bricks for the lunchboxes the night before, so when I got out of bed, I had to turn up the freezer to ‘coldest’ in a vain attempt to freeze the bricks enough before it was time to go to school so that their lunches would stay cold enough until lunch time.

It was also one of those mornings that the kids just got on my goat.

The house looked like a bomb site.

Mr S couldn’t find his shoes or Reading Folder.

Mr J couldn’t find his library bag.

Miss O was cranky becuase she couldn’t find her favourite crop top.

Missing things is just the norm around here.

Its what the kids DO when something is missing that can turn me from calm-patient-loving-mother to militaristic-drill-sergeant-fish-wife in 0.27 seconds.  (Okay who am I kidding…. I am not sure I am ever calm and patient.)

When things are missing, do the kids…

a) look for the missing item

b) forget about the missing item and play with toys

c) go outside and pat the dogs

d) whinge and wine that they can’t find the item while sitting on the couch doing nothing

e) Answers B C and D

You guessed it folks!  It was NEVER EVER going to be answer A.  Actually look for the missing item themselves?  That just defies kid logic!

Eventually we found everything.

The shoes were in the car.  He took them off on the way home from school and left them in there.

Nice. I am not sure what part of “Don’t take off your shoes in the car, wait until we get home and get inside” doesn’t comprehend. Maybe I said it in another language? Maybe my kids don’t understand English?

The reading folder was underneath the couch at the back.

The library bag was underneath Mr J’s bed.

Note to self, next time we buy new furniture, buy furniture that goes all the way to the floor so that there is no space underneath said furniture to become the new easy-access rubbish tip.

So eventually, the kids lunch bags were packed and it was time to go.

I gave all 3 kids their lunch bags and told them to get their school bags and get in the car while I quickly tried to raid my very empty pantry for something to take to work for lunch for myself!

Miss O got her backpackbag and her lunchbag and put them in the car.

Apparently Mr S and Mr J decided that they were not going to get their backpacks and lunchbags and take them into the car. Instead they were going to try to smuggle contraband toys into the car and fight about who gets to sit on the left hand side of the car.

Hubster dealt with the fighting issue and made them put the contraband toys back inside the house while I quickly filled out a form to allow Mr S to have help from an occupational therapist and physiotherapist at school.

On my way out to the car, I noticed the boys backpacks still hanging off the kitchen chairs. Their drink bottles were still in the kitchen.

I grabbed the school bags and drink bottles, along with my handbag, phone and my own lunch and took them out and put them into the boot of the car.

Why did’t alarm bells go off at that moment?  Why didn’t I double check for the lunch bags?  I simply assumed the boys had their lunch bags in the car already. What kind of a parent assumes that their child did the right thing?

We finally left, after hubster locked up, which seemd to take 50 million years.  When he got in the car, he complained that he had to turn off every. single. light in the house. As usual.

Eventually, we arrived at the stop-drop-go.

I went to the boot of the car to get the bags, while the kids got out.

I handed Miss O her backpack and lunchbag.

I handed Mr S and Mr J their backpacks and helped them put their backpacks on.

Then it dawned on me.  They weren’t carrying their lunch bags.

“Boys, where are your lunches?”

“I don’t know”

“Did you put them in the car?”

“I don’t know”.

My blood pressure is rising dramatically at this point.

I am realising that if the lunch bags are not in the car, I am going to have  to drive all the way home and get them and take them back to school.

This means I am going to be very, very, late for work. I quickly contemplate whether it would be easier to let them have tuck-shop.  

Then I remember I totally have no cash in my wallet, an overdrawn credit card, and only 40 emergency dollars left in my bank account, until thursday.

I checked the entire car, in the delusional hope that the lunch bags were actually in there.

They weren’t.

Then I lost my plot.

The F bomb was used.

Right in the stop-drop-go.

F-F-S was used.

Right in front of all kids and parents getting dropped off.

I actually yelled at my kids about how angry I was that I had to go all the way home to get their lunchbags.

I was fuming.

I told the boys I would drop off their lunchbags to their classrooms.

And I got in the car.

And drove off.

No kiss goodbye.

No nice loving words.

No I will miss you and have a good day.

I was too angry.

I was fuming.

And I fumed all the way home.

I fumed until about I was halfway back to the school.

Then I started to calm down.

Then I started to feel guilty about the things I said.

And I have been feeling a bit guilty ever since.

I have to do better.

I need to reign in my temper.

I need to choose my words better.

I should be building my kids up.

I could have made it a learning experience without making them feel like crap.

I was an hour late for work.

Yes it’s an inconvenience – But so what?  I won’t die or get fired and the world won’t end.

They are my kids.They stuffed up. But what does getting so angry accomplish?

Nothing. It just makes me unapproachable. It just builds a wall between me and them.

What kind of a precedent am I setting if I lose the plot about something as minor as forgotten lunch bags?

What happens when something really goes wrong?

Are they going to want to tell me about it, or will they be too scared about how I will react?

And at the end of the day, I was the one that stuffed up.

I am the parent.

I need to be more organised and have better systems in place so that things like this don’t happen again.

And my kids need to know if they do stuff up, its not the end of the world.

They need to know that I will be there to help them  – no matter what it takes – no judgement.

Because thats what unconditional love is.

I need to do better.

I will do better.

I promise.

For them.

But also for me.

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3 comments on “I lost my plot at the stop-drop-go and I have to do better.

  1. Oh, my kids have done that to me too. Luckily I happened to have money for tuck shop, as I had a specialist appointment in town and there was absolutely no way I was going home to get their lunches. I didn’t blow up at them (much), but they got a yucky tuna sandwich (not like mum’s) from the tuck shop instead of a nice hot pie like they would have liked.

    As for losing the plot, I have so been there, many times. All we can do is try to do better next time. I don’t think it makes you unapproachable unless you do it all the time, and I’m guessing from the guilt you feel about this outburst that you don’t. Take it easy on yourself. Nobody’s perfect, right?

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