Just not that kind-a-girl
In contrast to every other Tuesday in the story of my life, this Tuesday began with me getting an eight-year old out of bed. Followed by a relatively smooth breakfast session with the eight-year old, which was smooth all the way through the whole getting dressed-process - he even had his socks on! And then the lights turned red and like lightning from a bright blue sky, a certain eight year old just decides, out of the blue, that he isn’t going to school.
I know what you’re thinking, this is a piece of cake or even a piece of pie. But what if I tell you that upon asking the eight year old ”Why he wasn’t going to school?” the only reply would be: ”I am NOT going to school!” First in a slightly grumpy tone, then patiently (as if you are just not understanding that he is NOT going to school!) and finally the message was delivered with a scream. Gotta love that. A message delivered in volume.
So the Tuesday - a day I once declared as ”champagne-Tuesday” - didn’t have a start matching the absolutely gorgeous weather that was outside. Though I do love the eight year old in question more than chocolate, the whole endless arguing and the: ”Do this, do that” is just not for me.
And on a day like today I feel that I am definitely way more a-black-coffee-in-the-morning-kind-a-girl rather than the girl who tries to explain to an eight year old exactly why you have to go to school.