This morning Brandon, my 15-year-old, missed the high school bus. Again. I think this is the 4th time he has missed the bus this year. It could be the 5th. His bus comes at 6:20 each morning and when he misses it he receives a day of grounding for not being responsible. He also gets to experience the singular joy of riding to school with me after he wakes me up and requires me to awaken Ben & Clara to load them up in the car. Without coffee.
It's not pretty.
So today, instead of waking me up he decided, unbeknownst to me, to try to avoid the consequences and walk the 7 miles to his school. He walked what I estimate to be over 3 miles. He then decided he was tired and it was just too far to walk so he stopped for a while at a convenience store and attempted to reach me on his cell phone.
Having no luck he turned around and walked the over 3 miles back home.