What I Lost
Today, for a second, I thought I lost my mind. Then I thought I lost my boy. Then I thought I lost my mind again.
My husband asked repeatedly throughout the day: "Does Youngestboy have a ride home from school today?" I kept saying, "Yes, he does." My neighbor, Beth, (I think of her as Saint Beth, she's so wonderful) usually takes him to and from school. So, after dropping off the twins from school, Husband runs an errand. The twins get out of school at 2:55 p.m. YoungestBoy's school is dismissed at 3:20 p.m.
At 3:15 p.m., I'm out in the backyard, hacking away at the ivy while Babygirl plays nearby, and suddenly, a conversation with Beth pops into my head. She told me Thursday that she could take YoungestBoy to school today, but not pick him up because after today's field trip, they were going to just stay in Olympia and visit friends.
Had I lost my mind? Apparently!
So, I grab Babygirl and rush inside and try to figure out what to do. Husband does not have a cell phone with him because he broke his charger. My nearly-11 year old twins are home. DaycareKid is sleeping and won't wake up until 4 p.m. I decide to throw DaycareKid's carseat in the car and put Babygirl in it and drive to the school (which is less than a mile away). Babygirl screams when I attempt that. Okay. I buckle her into her beloved stroller instead. I tell TwinBoyA that I'm going to get YoungestBoy and that I'll have my cell phone with me and that he is not to answer the door.
I walk as fast as possible, out of our circle and down the path through the woods to the school. One bus is leaving as I hurry around the building to the front. I see children but I do not see YoungestBoy. I speak to the guardian of the children, a blond woman holding a clipboard. She not only does not know where YoungestBoy is, she is not sure who he is, either. Have I now lost my boy?
The principal strolls up. She knows nothing. She tells me to check in the classroom. No boy.
I now frantically push my stroller out the building and back up the path towards home. I am breathless and sweaty and worried. Have I truly lost my mind? Where is my boy?
I round the corner and see Beth's van in my driveway. Turns out her friend in Olympia canceled their plans and Beth forgot to tell me.
Ack!
All's well that ends well, I guess.
Yesterday, I went bowling for the first time in years and years. All I have to say is if you haven't been bowling for a long time and your bowling skills are rotten, be sure to bowl with little children who are worse than you are. And use the bumpers. I almost scored 100.
My husband asked repeatedly throughout the day: "Does Youngestboy have a ride home from school today?" I kept saying, "Yes, he does." My neighbor, Beth, (I think of her as Saint Beth, she's so wonderful) usually takes him to and from school. So, after dropping off the twins from school, Husband runs an errand. The twins get out of school at 2:55 p.m. YoungestBoy's school is dismissed at 3:20 p.m.
At 3:15 p.m., I'm out in the backyard, hacking away at the ivy while Babygirl plays nearby, and suddenly, a conversation with Beth pops into my head. She told me Thursday that she could take YoungestBoy to school today, but not pick him up because after today's field trip, they were going to just stay in Olympia and visit friends.
Had I lost my mind? Apparently!
So, I grab Babygirl and rush inside and try to figure out what to do. Husband does not have a cell phone with him because he broke his charger. My nearly-11 year old twins are home. DaycareKid is sleeping and won't wake up until 4 p.m. I decide to throw DaycareKid's carseat in the car and put Babygirl in it and drive to the school (which is less than a mile away). Babygirl screams when I attempt that. Okay. I buckle her into her beloved stroller instead. I tell TwinBoyA that I'm going to get YoungestBoy and that I'll have my cell phone with me and that he is not to answer the door.
I walk as fast as possible, out of our circle and down the path through the woods to the school. One bus is leaving as I hurry around the building to the front. I see children but I do not see YoungestBoy. I speak to the guardian of the children, a blond woman holding a clipboard. She not only does not know where YoungestBoy is, she is not sure who he is, either. Have I now lost my boy?
The principal strolls up. She knows nothing. She tells me to check in the classroom. No boy.
I now frantically push my stroller out the building and back up the path towards home. I am breathless and sweaty and worried. Have I truly lost my mind? Where is my boy?
I round the corner and see Beth's van in my driveway. Turns out her friend in Olympia canceled their plans and Beth forgot to tell me.
Ack!
All's well that ends well, I guess.
Yesterday, I went bowling for the first time in years and years. All I have to say is if you haven't been bowling for a long time and your bowling skills are rotten, be sure to bowl with little children who are worse than you are. And use the bumpers. I almost scored 100.
posted by Melodee at Monday, March 08, 2004
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