Mic Drop - E2 Mommy returns

If you read my previous post about the Mic-Drop, this sequel will make perfect sense. After Aa’s triumphant scoreboard success, I had to document the recent incident for the "future Audit." 

You see, in this house, Fridays and Saturdays espcially in summer, aren't for relaxing. There is no such thing as TGIF; there is only TGIFS (Thank God It’s Finally Sunday), because the rest of the weekend is just back-to-back cricket tournaments.

Last Friday was the usual weekend sprint on Friday. Aa gets exactly five minutes to transform from his school uniform into his cricket uniform. You’d think by mid-season he’d have the drill down on what's required for the game night. Errr!1 WRoNg!!

I’m a mother who knowssss—I have "History-Vision." I know he’s going to forget something because I’ve seen it a thousand times before. Like a responsible mum, I reminded him about his water bottle. He hit me with the classic: "I knowwwwww, Maaa! Stop telling me what to do!" He grabbed the bottle with enough drama to win a BAFTA and marched toward the door.

As he headed out, I reminded him about his shoes. I knew he was getting irritated by now, but the reality is that Mom knows! We’ve been there before with the wrong shoes—and not just any wrong shoes, but wearing two different shoes on each foot. Before I could even finish my sentence, he spun around with an annoyed huff: "Look, Maa! I’m wearing shoes!" I decided to shut my mouth after that. We headed to the car, and I didn't even dare ask about the cricket gear. I wasn't about to get told off again!

The oval was a solid 25-minute drive. We reached the destination already 45 minutes late—which is fine since he has special permission because his school finishes late—and he prepared for his grand entrance. He strutted to the trunk to grab his gear, and GUESS WHAT?!!!

The gear was missing. It was sitting comfortably in our garage, which is 25 minutes away from the oval!!

I knew very well it wasn't the time for the "I told you so" speech. I watched his face turn a shade of red usually reserved for fire engines as the panic hit. I offered to go back and get his bag while he joined the team, but he refused to show his face without his gear. So, we began the 50-minute round trip in a very humbled silence. Once he finally had his gear in hand, he looked a lot calmer.

Now, it’s my turn to start the comeback tour. I’ve retired the "Mic-Drop" for this occasion; instead, I’ve picked the "Mind-Blown" gesture (🤯). 

Why?! Because it is truly mind-blowing that 100% of the time, I am right about the things I remind him of, yet he still messes them up. 

The new Mommy Scoreboard currently reads 1,000 to 0—that’s just how "Mom Math" works. He didn't open his mouth for a single comeback the rest of the weekend. I think I’m going to frame this score and gift it to him for his 18th birthday.

Mommy returns in style!!