She's a beast.
When I started dropping the host kid off at school, I would sit behind cars and watch as they would dispense a child and then... sit there. I was confused (and irritated). The kid is out of the car; go! This ain't elementary school, he will make it in just fine.
And then Karma hit me Monday.
Finn woke up and wasn't feeling well. He was already showered, dressed and packed when I found this out, so we headed off to school. It seemed the closer we got to school, the worse he got. He was quite literally retreating into his jacket, and when I asked him questions I could hardly understand his muffled replies. I was worried. I pulled up to the side of the school building, and as Finn opened the door, I reminded him to text me if he felt he needed to. He said, "OK," grabbed his bag, and shut the door.
And I waited.
I watched him walk away, straightening his backpack, and I worried. I worried he was really sick. I worried he would not text me. I worried--
HONK!
My eyes shot from my host son to my rear view mirror. A pick up truck was trying desperately to get around me because I had dropped my kid off and then... sat there.
I threw the car in first and peeled out of my spot. I was ashamed. Not because I had gotten caught staring after and worrying about my kid; I was kicking myself for being impatient with the parents from the week prior. (I quickly convinced myself that their children were not sick; they were just inconsiderate and/or lazy parents.)
As I told my mom this story, she smiled, "A mother's revenge. Do know how many times that same thing happened to me?!"
She has said the same thing when the I call complaining about the bonus daughter (Panty-gate and Apple-gate are two of my favorite stories.)
My mother and I then relived Finn's first day of school. My stomach was in knots. "I felt the same way on your first day," my mother reminded me. But there is no possible way. On my first day of school I was eager and brilliant and not at all nervous!
But as I reflect, I realize Finn will probably remember his first day much the same way.
The stomach knots lasted three days. The worry about him being sick didn't last long. He text me before the end of first period, threatening to throw up in class.
Children, remember: you may not decide to have children of your own, but revenge will find you. Be good to your parents. Parents, remember: revenge is a dish best served cold. Whatever that means.
And then Karma hit me Monday.
Finn woke up and wasn't feeling well. He was already showered, dressed and packed when I found this out, so we headed off to school. It seemed the closer we got to school, the worse he got. He was quite literally retreating into his jacket, and when I asked him questions I could hardly understand his muffled replies. I was worried. I pulled up to the side of the school building, and as Finn opened the door, I reminded him to text me if he felt he needed to. He said, "OK," grabbed his bag, and shut the door.
And I waited.
I watched him walk away, straightening his backpack, and I worried. I worried he was really sick. I worried he would not text me. I worried--
HONK!
My eyes shot from my host son to my rear view mirror. A pick up truck was trying desperately to get around me because I had dropped my kid off and then... sat there.
I threw the car in first and peeled out of my spot. I was ashamed. Not because I had gotten caught staring after and worrying about my kid; I was kicking myself for being impatient with the parents from the week prior. (I quickly convinced myself that their children were not sick; they were just inconsiderate and/or lazy parents.)
As I told my mom this story, she smiled, "A mother's revenge. Do know how many times that same thing happened to me?!"
She has said the same thing when the I call complaining about the bonus daughter (Panty-gate and Apple-gate are two of my favorite stories.)
My mother and I then relived Finn's first day of school. My stomach was in knots. "I felt the same way on your first day," my mother reminded me. But there is no possible way. On my first day of school I was eager and brilliant and not at all nervous!
But as I reflect, I realize Finn will probably remember his first day much the same way.
The stomach knots lasted three days. The worry about him being sick didn't last long. He text me before the end of first period, threatening to throw up in class.
Children, remember: you may not decide to have children of your own, but revenge will find you. Be good to your parents. Parents, remember: revenge is a dish best served cold. Whatever that means.
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