The problem with pushing my buttons
Is if you push them long enough----one day I snap and scream at you very ugly-like.
I usually catch myself and take a deep breath; calming down.
But, if you push them again, right away...
I shut down and I quit caring.
That being said. I don't know how Jordan and I are going to survive his hormonal teen age years.
He pushed all the right buttons this morning. I quit caring and didn't tell him....therefore he had to chase the bus down in order to not miss it. Luckily the crazy-assed-bus-driver decided to wait on him. If he had missed it I wasn't going to drive him: I was going to make him wake his Dad up and suffer the wrath of an awakened too early for nonsense Dad.
Monday morning I will NOT get up to make sure he is ready for the bus. He seems to resent my early morning 'hurry-ups'. So, Monday morning I won't get up, I won't make sure he is ready and if he manages to miss the bus....well then he gets to deal with the ugly consequences...because....
I've shut down and quit caring.
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BUT. If they don't wake up on time or if they are late for school, they have to wake up 30 minutes earlier. Carly, for this week, is waking up at 6am. Because she seems to need 18 minutes (I timed her yesterday) to put her socks on "just-so". Cory is still at 7am...but it's only Wednesday.
Here the alarm goes off at 6:00, he's in the shower by 6:15 out between 6:30 and 6:40---dressed, teeth, shoes, socks, hair and out the door by 7:00. There are many mornings he's racing out the door an hasn't combed his hair....it get frustrating. But, so far this week, I haven't 'hounded' him and he's made the bus. I'm feeling more hopeful.