I like (okay, I don't like but I do it anyway) to get up with my kids and make them a hot breakfast before school. My oldest heads off to High School early - her breakfast is at 6:15, so I'm usually up half hour before that slinging hash or flipping cakes.
I think of it as a little mommy gift.
So, you can imagine my surprise when they are occasionally grumpy and surly and complaining.
shocking, I know.
One day this week, my teen woke up especially moody. She hurumphed through the breakfast, complained that I hadn't done laundry (erm, skooz me .. do your own) and left to the bus in a huff.
I was down.
I was feeling unappreciated. Walked on.
You know, like a mom.
Then around 10:00, we had this texting conversation:
her: I was wrong. I'm sorry. Will you forgive me?
me: (In compete shock, tears in eyes, fumbling w/ the tiny letters on my tiny phone) Already done. I'm sorry too....
her: It was really considerate of you to get up early and make waffles (it was pancakes, but who cares at this point)
me: how did you text so fast? (it came in less than one second)
her: I was already txtng when I got ur message
me: oh, I thought you were maybe a ninja
her: yeah, that too
me: luv U. sorry I have to get back to class, I'm spoz'd to be paying attent'n and not txtng. OH WAIT, thats not me. That's U.
her: So we're clear: I'm a ninja. Ur a comedian.
And then all was right again.