My morning

I never know what dire emergencies my beloved little rugrats will come up with. Like the oldest, who was bawling and screaming that she did NOT want to go to school today, but who ended up going because of this conversation:

Her: No, I won't go! I don't want to go today! (accompanied by much wailing and gnashing of teeth)
Me: Are you getting swats from a teacher? (like they still do that anyway)
Her: NO.
Me: Are you getting beat up after lunch today? (not such a joke these days so I did wonder)
Her: NO
Me: Then you have two minutes to get out of bed and get started because I will take you to school in your PJs and kick you out at the front door. Your choice of how you look when you get there, but you ARE going.

So, she stopped crying, got up, got dressed and ready and was only about 5 minutes late. Anyway, I wouldn't have been so hard on her about it but I knew she didn't want to go because of two things:
1) she had been given the opportunity to correct her math test (she had a B) and raise it to an A - and hadn't done so for two days and
2) yesterday her Social Studies teacher told me that she had turned in a map that was not even close to done so it had been given back to her to be completed last night and turned in today so it can go on this semesters gradebook (it will anyway, done or not) and I had asked if she had it and she said yes, in her notebook, in her backpack

Well, she had a map, but not the right one, so I made her finish the one she had and told her she had better go on at lunch/recess and do the other one. So, I guess she thought if she just didn't go today it would all magically blow-over. (sigh)

Then I get back home from taking her and the other two aren't done yet and the youngest is sitting at the computer desk to do her homework she didn't do last night and telling me she can't find the paper she was supposed to have done the night before. AARRGGHH!!

So, this means that I have to go back to having them give me their backpacks as soon as they get in the car, so they don't have a chance to "loose" things before I even know they have them. Except now the middle child has started "forgetting" to bring her folder home in the first place. Well, I consider that to be between her and the teacher. Until she leaves the classroom to come home, there's not much I can do about things. Once she gets in the car, then it's my problem. Ha!