I had to be at work today by 7:45 so I had to drop the kids off at 7:30 at my friend’s house so she could take them to school. Maria dutifully woke up at 6:45 am to get dressed and I took Rocco for a quick stroll. I returned at 7 am to Mario still lying in bed.
“Dude, you gotta wake up and get dressed and eat. I have to be at work at 7:45.”
He laid motionless.
After a couple more tries, I pulled out the big guns.
“Mom is going to lose her job if I’m late. And then there will be no house to live in, no vacations, no possibility of a gecko….”
He started to rise.
I went downstairs to pack snacks for the kids and Mario came tumbling down to the kitchen. Ri was eating cereal.
“Maria, hurry up!” Mario yelled. “Mom is going to lose her job if we don’t get out of here!”
Maria, my no-nonsense daughter, stood up from the table and grabbed her book bag and Mario’s book bag. “Mom, stop making snacks and put on your coat. We gotta go. You can’t lose your job!”
She watched over my every move and scolded me to hurry up. When we were all in the car, the tale grew more ominous.
“If mom doesn’t get to work and gets fired, we will have to get rid of Rocco because we wouldn’t be able to afford food.”
“Yea, or he’d have to eat scraps off the sidewalk. And we wouldn’t ever go on vacation again. And….” All the way to the friend’s house.
Note to self: maybe don’t go so extreme next time. Nonetheless, I guess it shows they understand the importance of a job and not being able to lay around in your pjs all day!