Me: Uh, Babe, you need to get going. You're going to be late for class!
Him: Mom! Quit hasseling me! I know what I'm doing.
Me: I just wanted to let you know that you should have left like 10 minutes ago!
Him: I'm so sick of you nagging me. Can you just quit?
He exits. Door slams. Car starts. Loud booming of music playing.
15 minutes go by . . .phone rings.
Him: Mom! I'm almost out of gas and I lost my wallet yesterday while I was dirt biking. What should I do?
Me: Hmm. Well . . . go to the church and get to class and then I'll meet you at the gas station when I come down into town.
Him: Can't you just meet me at the gas station BEFORE you take Courtney to school?
Me: I'll see you at the gas station.
Smiling as I do the breakfast dishes, fold a load of laundry, go check my hair, go apply some make-up, check my e-mail, update my Facebook status, get the dog ready for his appointment, fill my water bottles, etc., etc., etc. Oh my! Look at the time! Come on Court, we don't want to be late for school!
At the gas station 1 hour 45 minutes later . . .
Me: (texting) Pull up to the tank, I'm here
Rob: Thanks Mom, I love you!
Me: (sliding the card through the slot on the gas pump) Love you too! (as I walk away)
Think about THAT before you treat me like a door mat again, buddy!!
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