Jase was in rare form this morning. I usually start hollering for the kids to wake up at 7:10 am. All of our bedrooms are upstairs, so the loving mom I am just holler from my bed to wake up. I usually holler every 5 minutes until about 7:30 when I have to get serious about waking them up. In those hollerings,
Jase said "I don't have any pants."
"They are all in the dryer."
"How am I suppose to get them?"
"Put on your robe, or wrap a towel around yourself."
So in the meantime, Hallie gets ready and gets a ride with M., Savanna is ready and walks.
8:11 comes around and Jase is still giving me the "I don't have any pants" as he is laying in bed.
I went in there, and as nice as I could muster up, I pulled him out of bed and gave him 2 minutes to be ready for school. He was then not talking to me because he was mad. I asked him if he wasnted a granola bar for breakfast, but got no response, so he went to school with no breakfast. Silence when we drove to school. I dropped him off and told him "I love you, Have a great day." He was already 5 minutes late. He walked to the door at turtle speed. I love him dearly, but wow does he know how to really push my buttons.
