In my younger years I had a lot of judgment to dole out. I sat above the crowd and looked down my nose at those parents who just didn't take their role seriously. I am now one of the crowd in the arena.
My 6 year old informed me he wasn't going to kindergarten. He wanted to stay home and play with me.
He's my 4th child, my last and I do enjoy a few stolen hours, just the two of us.
I arrived at work later that day to be greeted by my colleagues who were in a quandary. For various reasons, they all planned on taking the day off on Friday. Could I possibly come all day that day instead of my usual half day. "Sure," I replied. "If I can't find someone to pick up my son, I'll do what I did today and just keep him with me all day."
Five women, including my two bosses, entered suspended animation. All action ceased. All eyes on the mutant mother.
"You seriously do that?" one judgmental colleague asked.
My dear, dear friend, Angela, quipped, "And it's not the first time she's done it this year, either." All mouths gaped just a little bit wider.
"And I suppose neither of you (pointing to the two women - both my bosses -that have children of various ages) have never checked a child out of school early to babysit for a half hour?" Expressions changed to horror. I was a complete freak of nature claiming to be an educator.
I panicked and went for broke. I unscrewed the cap of my Diet Coke, turned to leave the office and called out, "Thanks for the rum, Angela! You're right. It does make Diet Coke taste better!"
If I'm going down, I'm not going alone.