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Patience

Ready to tackle some paperwork, I sat on a stool at the counter when the telephone rang. Glancing at the clock, I realized it was a few minutes after the 14 year old normally walks through the door after school. She'd missed her carpool, obviously.

I readied my "Mom" voice and answered with a tinge of irritation. I was going to tell her to start walking. There are consequences, you know.

"Hello." Polite but clearly not happy about having to go to the school on a day I'm not scheduled.

"Hi," she said brightly, "Did you forget something?"

Long pause while the question sank in.

Ah, crap. I had carpool.

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  1. CountessLaurieFebruary 25, 2010 at 7:34 PM

    Ah yes... I can SO RELATE!! The big cosmic D'OH!

    (Sorry, I confess. I laughed right out loud at this post. I did not see that coming.)

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  2. Kristina P.February 25, 2010 at 7:46 PM

    I think we've all been there!

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  3. GinaFebruary 25, 2010 at 8:25 PM

    Sorry to admit it but this was another laugh out loud post!

    Glad to know you are human!

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  4. LisaFebruary 25, 2010 at 8:59 PM

    I have sooo done this. What a way to start the day. Bummer.

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  5. CJ SimeFebruary 25, 2010 at 9:17 PM

    Should have made her walk anyway. . . :o) teasing. Thanks for the laugh!

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  6. KayeFebruary 25, 2010 at 9:38 PM

    Join my club. Since Colby usually picks Parker up, I have gotten out of carpool mode. But when I am supposed to. . . I often forget. Today I got a call from Colby (who was sitting at a red light on his way to East Shore) reminding me to pick up Parker. How embarrassing!!!

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  7. JoanFebruary 26, 2010 at 7:51 AM

    Tee Hee you always have a way of making a sticky situation seem funny.

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  8. M-CatFebruary 26, 2010 at 11:48 AM

    I hate those moments! One more reason why I never did carpool! I didn't want anyone else to rely on me!

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  9. RiahliFebruary 26, 2010 at 11:58 AM

    Haaaa, haa, ha, ha...he, he, he...Oh boy can I relate to that feeling. I hate it when I'm getting all ready to scold someone just to realize I'm the one who needs a good scolding. Happens way too often. ;)

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  10. JeanieFebruary 27, 2010 at 9:22 PM

    I am SO glad to know that I'm not the only one who forgets when it's their turn for carpool! :D

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