Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Hell and Damnation!

Yesterday Keegan made a poor choice.  Its not the first one but it was fairly significant.  He decided it would be more fun to play on the playground with his friend after school than to get in the van to take him to his after school program.  He had done that two weeks ago and was told "Never AGAIN!" 

The teacher tried to call me but instead of sitting diligently at my desk I was in the hall talking to one of my staff who was having such a bad day that she was caving in to a diet coke.  When I got back to my office every device- cell phone, pager, desk phone and home phone was screaming due to the amount of missed calls and messages in that short ten minute period.  Then my sister called trying to find me because they had called her as well.  YIKES.

I was leaving anyway so I called to make sure they had found him (which they had right where I knew he would be) and said I was on my way.  When I got there a very sullen young man was sitting in the office with the director.  I walked in, sat down and said what happened.  Of course I got some crazy story about how his feet were too tired to walk to the van and he needed to rest.  I bit my lip to keep from laughing at this poorly concocted story.  The director said "that is not what you told me."  You said that half an hour wasn't very long and that it didn't matter that they were all waiting on the van for you.  She had set a time for half and hour and he was "waiting it out"  We came up with a punishment and a plan for if it happened again.  Then we left.  (I love this school/daycare.  They are awesome with solutions and not judging).

I got him some dinner because I had to go back to work and didn't have time to make anything.  It was opening night for B's show and Daniel was on his first "date" so Keegan would have to sit in my office while I observed my new instructor teaching.  It was unusually silent in the car.

Finally about 45 minutes after leaving and apparently stewing the whole time about the offense Keegan said "Am I going to the good place or the bad place when I die?"  (He won't say Hell.  Odd because he has said Fuck)  I asked him what he thought.  He sat contemplating his fate and said, "I think I can go to the good place because I am mostly good with a little bit of bad."    Pretty astute in my humble opinion.

I couldn't help but be reminded of the time that he had gotten his head cut at his former daycare.  They had bandaged it but after 4 hours it was still bleeding and I was concerned.  I told him we needed to go get it stitched.  He sighed and said, "OK but how many ambliances are coming to get me?"

Friday, November 2, 2012

43 Years How Did that Happen

On Wed. (Halloween) I turned 43.  I swear I am still about 27 except the spinal stenosis reminds me I'm not.  I had a good birthday this year.  Last year sucked.  I was still shell shocked from having dad die 4 days before.  Some years I am too busy getting the kids places to enjoy "my day"

This year was mellow and smooth.  I dropped off the high school car pool and then went home to get Keegan ready for the kid parade.  I dropped him off at school, found a parking spot in the neighborhood (five minutes too late park at the school due to all the parents staying) and secured a spot in the gym.  Its about a 45 minute wait for the parade but if you don't go early you don't get a seat.  I met a new mom and saw some old friends.  The time passed quickly.  The Halloween Parade isn't exactly the highlight of my life but this year had a new twist.  The fourth grade had been practicing and did a flash mob dance to thriller.  It was awesome!!!!!!  My kid had already paraded by and seen me so in theory, I could have snuck out and made dash for the parking lot but didn't.  I thoroughly enjoyed the kids'  (and teacher's) costumes.

I then got my free Starbucks birthday drink.  I allow myself a flavored coffee about once a year- maybe twice but realized this may be the last time.  They are just too sweet.  I';ll stick to my unsweetened latte from now on.  Then I headed out for some shopping.  It was nice to just have alone time.

I had a friend drop by unexpectedly when I got home and brought me a card and Starbucks gift card.  It was probably the nicest thing anyone could do.

Too soon it was time for pick up and Trick or Treating.  I ended up only needing to get Keegan since D went to a friend's house.  BONUS!  We drove to both grandparents' houses and over to Kate's so they could all see the costume and then Keegan was on a mission.  A mission I hadn't known about.  He wanted to get more candy than ever before.  I love trick or treating so no worries here.  Em and Ray brought Marcus over and we headed through the neighborhood.  Apparently we moved to LA and didn't know it because it was a balmy 65 degrees.  Sweet!  Keegan met his goal and then was done.  Bucket full- done.  I was willing to empty it and go out again.  not for the candy, just because its fun.  But no, he just wanted to get me a pumpkin pie and rent a movie.  So we stayed up way too late watching the movie while B went to get D.  It was a good day.