Everyday at my house is a circus, and this morning was no exception.
While it first appeared that we were actually running ahead of schedule, it didn’t take long for that to change. No in fact, all it took was the casual mention of a circus that had taken place this past weekend, which our family had NOT attended. Almost instantly, my youngest was having a high speed come apart.
“What? We missed it! I LOVE the circus!”
Add in a LOT more verbiage, and a whole LOT of tears and you’ll realize why we were no longer running ahead of schedule. No. In fact, if I didn’t motivate my squalling child to get in the car soon, we’d be late.
As we headed out the door, and began our short drive to school I tried to reason with Owen. I explained while we didn’t make it to the circus (that I had no intentions of taking him to and had completely forgotten about), we still did fun things.
“But I’ll have to wait a whole year – a whole 180 days to go the circus!”
As we continued our conversation (and I tried not to laugh), I pulled into the school parking lot.
Owen, was just starting to calm down when a little girl passed in front of my truck. As luck would have it, she carried a coloring book marked with the word I was beginning to hate – “Circus”.
“Circus! Everyone went to the circus except me!…”
I let my older two out of the truck, and proceeded to drive forward, so that I could once again reason with my crying child.
I went on to explain, sometimes we have to make decisions. And right at that moment, he had to get out of the truck, march his rear in school, and decide what kind of day he was going to have. I think at this point, he decided he was getting nowhere with me, and he choose to exit my vehicle.
I thought for certain once his day started, he’d turn his day around. However, once he returned home, I realized I was wrong.
As he entered the back door, he said, “Aren’t you going to ask how my day was?”.
“Owen, how was your day?”
“Horrible! Just horrible.”
And so, the circus continues.
Only At My House,