Well, no Mother of the Year Award for me this year. Today my daughter had a Student Council meeting after school that ended at 3:45. I have a calendar of everything that happens during the week posted on a dry erase board on my refrigerator. I looked at the ending time of her meeting no less that three, maybe four, times today. However, somehow I must have got it stuck in my brain that I had to leave the house at 3:45, not BE THERE at 3:45.
As I was driving to school, I was talking on the phone to my husband about something totally unimportant. I looked at the clock and said with alarm “is it really 3:52?!” He says “yeah, why?” I had just realized that I was supposed to be at school at 3:45, as I stepped harder on the gas. Of course, I started crying, because that’s what I do lately. I still had 15 minutes left before I got there. I was frantic. She has a phone, but it’s not activated for calls. She can get texts if she has the WiFi on. Jeff turned it on when we were at parent-teacher conferences and showed her how, but I don’t know if she ever turns it on. He said he would try to text her and tell her I was late.
Murphy’s Law, as I am tearing down the road, there’s a cop with the road closed. Grrr, I have to take a detour. Go figure! Tears are streaming down my face. Please let her stay inside behind the locked school doors. Once she goes outside, she can’t get back in. I finally get to school and she is right inside the door, relieved to see me, but wondering where I was. The text from Jeff did go through, thank goodness. She has been begging us for a phone for at least a year and now she is definitely getting one. Elementary school was too young, but middle school with all the activities is different, she needs to be able to reach me. This isn’t going to happen again where I can’t reach her and stay on the phone with her until I get there. Although I will never be late again!