the youngster needed $1.00 to take to school so that he could wear his regular clothes instead of a uniform. he told me last night while his dad was at the store. we are a debit card-reliant family. we don't have cash. ever. the school routinely gives 1 day notice that things like this are happening. it's fun. we adore the adventure of it all. really.
i told phoenix that we didn't have any cash and that if i'd known before his dad went to the store i would have asked him to take out a little extra and that if he couldn't find it he would have to suffer the uniform again and no, i didn't know where his wallet was and it is not my responsibility to keep track of these things. his face fell down to his knees, he started scrounging for change, searching here and there and everywhere, he scraped enough together to be able to wear his cool skinny jeans and a thermal, and there was peace in the land.
cut to this morning: rushing out the door, running late, getting in the drop off line at school, and hearing "i forgot my dollar!"
turning around, going back to the house, getting the coins, handing them over with instructions to place them immediately in a pocket for safekeeping, hearing the coins continue to jingle, admonishing again to put them in a pocket, hearing two fall, trying not to curse, there is now crying, a quarter has been lost, and now two dimes, and why wasn't i the one holding on to them?, because it is not my job to keep track of it and if it had been in a pocket this wouldn't have happened, and now we are a dime short and that's just too bad because i'm going to be late to work and the bell is about to ring, so a kiss on the forehead, an apologetic look for the mutual meltdown, and away we go.
because when there's crying before 8:15 a.m., you know it's gonna be a swell day. really swell.