"Time to wake up, Austin."
(five minutes later)
"Wake up and get some breakfast."
"I'm not going to school today."
(still another five minutes later)
"Wake up Austin!"
"Mother! I'm going to be late. YOU should have woke me up earlier!"
At this point, Austin heads to the shower, comes out. I tell him I'll take him to school.
"No mother. You embarrass me."
He slams the door and goes to the bus. I know he'll be back, but while he's doing this, I go get dressed. When I come out of the bedroom, Austin looks at me, and points his thumb toward the garage as if to say, "Get your ass in the car and take ME to school."
Few words are spoken, but then he says "Mom, I'm angry."
"I am too, and you have all day to figure out why," I respond.
My husband misses all of this. He didn't get out of bed today until 10am. When he finally graces me with his presence, I tell him that I will not be doing this tomorrow, so he better set an alarm, and make sure Austin gets to school and/or take the blame if he doesn't.
When Austin comes home from school, he still blames me for not waking him up earlier. I yell at him as I remind him I tried THREE TIMES.
I'm on strike.