Today was a day when relying on Marvelous Mo’ sets one up for failure. Permanently. I must preface this by saying that even though Hubs actually was the do-badder-er, I fear that I will catch the blame for this forever — especially during Mo’s Oscar Acceptance speech after I’m dead and gone. The story goes a lil’ something like this:
Mo’ has been super excited to now be a participant in the after school Drama Club. Yes. You read that correctly. First Grade Thespian. Who would’ve thunk it? [feigned surprise]. All quarter Mo’ has been preparing for a “performance” to be premiered, um, … TODAY!
Now this is my work week ON. I work from 10A to 7P Saturday through to Friday. Calling out this week is a no-go as it would possibly entail me having to pick-up some extra shifts this weekend; and frankly I just can’t ’cause its Ox’s 4th birthday party on Saturday. Oh, and the little, measly excuse of Mo’ didn’t actually tell me about the show until this morning! By the by, do you read my scrambling here making excuses and I haven’t even gotten to the infamous M3 “HOWEVER“? Now you guys are gettin’ it!
Back to the pre-scene. Hubs said he would take one for the team, yet again, and attend Mo’s performace. He asked her what time. She said “Six.” Dad still speculative on the time, took off at 4PM to be there at 5PM just in case she had the time wrong. (Pssst… I would never have thought of that approach! Kudos hubs, Kudos). He gets there EARLY, and finds Marvelously Disappointed Mo’ tapping her foot. The Mo-Smackdown begins:
Mo’: “Dad You missed it??”
Hubs: “What do you mean. You said it was around 6 o’clock. Its 5 o’clock.”
Mo’: “Daaaaaadah! I said ‘around’ “ [disappointed the whole ride home]
Alright. So a big deal in the world of parenting? Not really. But most parents don’t have Mo’s with which to contend. We do. And I just have a hankering suspicion, after she marched into my ‘office’, that I’m gonna take the fallout.
Mo’: “So you guys missed an important event.”
Me: “Really sorry Mo’. I guess we have to do better at remembering exact times and dates for these things, huh?” [collective 'we' strategically inserted]
Mo: “Well I don’t know about ‘we’, but you guys are the parents. I was at least close. I remembered the day. I’m just 7.”
Yes. She pulled the 7 year-old card. This early in the game. She’s only been 7 for 11 days! We were reprimanded, and I am sure she won’t let us forget it EVER! [sigh].
