Today I did the dumbest thing possible just after having lectured J about watching where she was going (and not looking down at her phone). As I was waving good- bye to her at school and blew a kiss, and a huh… not looking where I was going, yep, I walked right into a pole! As her 6 –7 grade classmates looked on while running laps around the yard.
(Enter streaming tears emoji, shock faced emoji with huge opened eyes, startled mouth opened wide emoji.) Yep. Right in front of a bunch of 11, 12, and 13-year olds that are ready to laugh and tease at a moment’s notice. All I could overhear after it happened was the word “pole” that accompanied some snickers and finger pointing.
Eeeek. So I did what you are supposed to do when you walk into something, trip on something on the ground, or bump into a pole: you look back at it like, what are you doing there in my path?
I am going down as the mom who walked into a pole.
Eh, tweens, they’ll forget by tomorrow.
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