They are still kinda sick.
But not the kinda sick to NOT go to school.
And besides, it was my day to volunteer in Connor's class.
So if I had to go.......he was going.
So to lighten the somber mood,
I pulled out the camera,
which Connor loves. He loves to take
So I was trying to hold up the gargantuan Canon Rebel we have
to take some silly pictures of us.
2. Connor was not cooperating. He just didn't want to be silly.
Back on point.
So we leave late, as usual, much to Connors repetitiously, daily, dismay.
No time to play with his buddies before flag salute.
I have to go park and walk Garrin to his class and sign into school.
So I head into Connor's class. The kids have to leave for an early
morning assembly, so they are scurrying around the room
preparing to turn in their math homework.
Now Connor is already as white as a ghost, his hair is mussed
up from putting a hoodie on, and suddenly I see the "deer in headlights"
look come across his face. He appears to be confused, unorganized,
pretty disheveled. (and my heart is breaking).
Well, Mr. Connor forgot to do his math homework.
Now he is just.about.ready.to.fricken.break.down......
The students get what's called a H.A.M. (homework
assignments missing) when they forget their homework -
which Connor has avoided so far,
at all costs.
Now, he's gonna get one, for sure.
And he is realizing it.
(now this may seem that this happened over a span of 5 minutes
or so when in fact, maybe 10 or 15 seconds have passed
and my heart is still breaking)
As the kids are now lining up for the assembly, they take
the lunch count for the kids buying lunch -
and that, my friends, is when my son realizes
that he ALSO forgot his lunchbox.
NOW he's about ready to hop in the car, head back home
and start the day new.
So I whisper to him "Just buy lunch today"
and he looks at me like I asked him to sit down to a plate
of dog doo-doo and wash it down with a bottle of bleach.
so I told him I'd go home and get him his lunchbox.
By now I pretty much just want to scoop him up in my arms,
rock him close to my breast,
and sing him a lullaby.
No, seriously - I felt awful.
So I did what any good mom would do.
I drove home.
Grabbed his lunchbox
and wrote him a quick little note to
read, when he opened it up.
Aren't you glad I didn't
pack you a H.A.M. sandwich?"