Today is Wednesday. On Wednesdays we have counseling in the a.m., I help at school for two hours in the late a.m./early p.m. then go home for a few then come back for parent pick-up at school because the girls have dance class Wednesday evenings. Every other day of the week is ride-the-bus-home unless otherwise specified. She saw me at school when we were doing a "kindness and compassion club" recess and said she didn't want to do dance tonight. I said I'm still picking her up because it's parent-pick-up day and her sister was going to be in front of the school.
I drive up to the parent pick-up area and GD1 is there waiting just like she's supposed to. The para-educator who was out front was asking "Is GD2 with you? Did she take the bus? Because she's not out here. I don't see her." Needless to say, GD1 got in the car as fast as I could get her in, buckled (she's 9 so she knows the drill) and I zoomed off at faster-than-I'm-supposed-to. Got home and she's at the neighbors crying because we're not here. Thank goodness I live maybe five minutes from the school, if that.
I can just kill that child, if she doesn't kill me first. She's a headstrong, "I'll do what I want" personality because she's never been given consequences. She's upstairs taking a nap right now. She's obviously too tired to remember that she's supposed to be in front of the school and not on the bus, even though I told her several times today that she's parent pick-up.