Leila woke up to day not feeling well. She has a sore throat and wanted a lozenge first thing. Then she dragged around and whined, but ate her breakfast and got dressed. She actually said the words, "I don't want to go to school, I want to go back to bed." She never says that kind of stuff. She is all go the minute her feet hit the floor in the morning. I said that kind of stuff every day when I was her age. I never wanted to go to school.
She did not have a fever, but I gave her some Advil for her throat and her general malaise, crushed up in vanilla yogurt since she will not even entertain the idea of learning to take a pill. She has just given up on that possibility for life, and thinks that when she's 30 she will just crush up pills in yogurt. I even bought tictacs so she could practice, and it was the most dramatic act of swallowing - or rather, attempted swallowing - anyone has ever seen. Gagging, tears, sheesh.
Before I realized she really wasn't feeling well, I yelled at her for leaving a pair of dirty undies on the floor of her closet less than 24 hours after I told her not to do that anymore, and less than 24 hours after I'd cleaned out her drawers. I had just put a white load in. Its so annoying! She wanted to explain how they got there, but I assured her there was no possible explanation that would make it okay to not put dirty undies in the hamper that is right across the hall from her room. I told her the next time I found dirty undies on the floor, she would have to give me $5.
Her walking buddy was ten minutes late, and Leila looked like she was going to cry when I shoved her out the front door.
I don't really have a lot of moments when I doubt my mothering. I probably should, but I have a maybe unreasonable confidence in my parenting. But this morning, I had doubts. Should I have kept her home? Did I need to yell about underwear? Did I need to nag her about her back pack? She had a crap morning, and I just told her, "You'll make it, you'll be fine, have some Advil."
After she was gone, I noticed she had forgotten her lunch. She really didn't need that this morning. So I threw on some sweats, and hopped in my car wearing my slippers and drove toward the school and intercepted the girls at the shopping center and handed her her lunch, which she hadn't noticed she'd forgotten.
Does that redeem that bad mom part?