It all started with the phone call Wednesday morning from the high school detention officer, telling me that Sasquatch has a three hour detention after school Friday. Seems the fact that he's consistently ten minutes late to first hour has finally caught up with him. To sweeten the pot, from this point on every day he's late to first hour is an automatic three hour after school detention.
If you had been a fly perched on my wall when the new semester started in January, this is what you would have heard:
RC: You have to make a much better effort of getting to school on time.
SQ: It's alright, mom. You can have ten tardies before you get a detention.
RC: That doesn't mean that you should deliberately rack up ten tardies. Save them for when you really need them, like when there's ice on the car or you've legitimately overslept.
SQ: It's alright, mom. Don't worry about it. My first hour teacher doesn't care anyway.
RC: Really? I find it hard to believe that he wouldn't care that you're late every day. I would care if I were him. I'd care a lot.
SQ: It's alright, mom. Why do you always get so angry with me? You're always attacking me. Why are you in such a bad mood anyway? You're always in a bad mood.
And if you'd been a fly perched on my wall this morning this is what you would have seen:
RC: get up, make coffee, oversee breakfast and lunch making for younger two, shower, sign schoolwork and planners, feed dogs.
SQ (in same amount of time): put on socks.
Guess who was late to school?
It's alright...cause I don't give a shit.