sometimes parenting can make you feel just a little crazy

reasons for tears

Kids cry.  Sometimes it's justified.  Other times a solid-colored puzzle would be easier to figure out.  Today's reason for tears: The weather.

We're outside the house on the sidewalk and I have successfully gotten three children - complete with shoes, jackets and backpacks - on the way to the bus stop.  Duke is turning around.

Duke: Mom, can I please go change my shirt?  I will be quick. I promise.

Mom: No, we don't have time.

Backstory: It's been warm, but this morning is a tad chilly and, while I noticed both boys were wearing short-sleeve shirts, I did not bother to force them to change into long-sleeves.  I can tell you that I didn't make them change because I didn't think it was a big deal, but truthfully, I hadn't paid much attention to their clothes other than to make sure they were clean and didn't have holes.  Also, I hadn't had coffee yet.  Meanwhile, making our way down the sidewalk....

Tears.  Loud cries.  Several exchanges of "Please!" and "No."  A dozen or so futile attempts at logic, such as: "I know you say you will be quick, but we'll miss the bus," "We REALLY don't have time," "I can't control when the bus comes," and, a last ditch effort:

Mom: I don't understand why this is so horrible.  Explain to me why this is worth crying over?

Duke: I might be too cold.

Mom: Then put your jacket on.

Duke: I might get too hot.

Mom: Then take your jacket off. 

To conclude: lame jokes about the school sending a frozen popsicle home or a bucket of melted child did not go over well and he boarded the bus crying. 

At least I've finally gotten my coffee.