I'm a BIG believer in Karma -- what comes around goes around, you get what you give and all that -- it's simple, easy to remember and exactly the sort of logic required, to help ward off a sixth sense for getting myself into trouble,.
In other words, I am very capable of making an asshat out of myself, without anyone's help...thankyouverymuch, Mr. Dalai Lama!
Then, yesterday morning, I got home, saw the red light blinking on the answering machine and thought about, you know, ignoring it.
I mean, it could have been HGTV.
"Congratulations, you've been chosen as the winner of Green Home 2010!"
"Uh, hi, Mom, it's me, Glen..."
"...um...well...uh...I'm in the principal's office..."
"...I got in trouble for wearing my wrestling t-shirt."
Yesterday, my son was sent to the principal's office for "inappropriate" attire and, well, I kinda, sorta KNEW that he was breaking the dress code and, you know, sent him to school, anyway.
"Are they gonna let you wear that shirt?"
I wish I could say it was a rebellious need to question the school's authority in deciding what my kids should eat, drink and/or wear -- although, I sometimes do think folks are getting a little, you know, militant about that sort of stuff -- rather than, admit it was a simple attack of mommy brain.
"Yeah, I wore it to school lots of times."
Honestly, I guess I was just feeling really tired of arguing (ALL THE TIME) and, well, we were already late for our carpool.
Besides, it's about time my kids started accepting responsibility for their actions and, well, maybe even I can learn how to quit blaming myself, for every little thing they do wrong, right?
Odd. He hung up. Oh, well...look, there's another message...maaaaaaaybe...
"Um...I forgot...you need to come to school and bring me a new shirt!"
D'oh...shuddup Dalai Lama...stupid HGTV!,
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