Back in mid-May: I guess the first few days of Lad being home were like the calm before the storm. I knew it was coming. I was bracing for it. After a few days, it hit the fan.
I was feeling guilty about missing out on being a chaperone on Curly’s field trip. Last year I agreed to chaperone a field trip for her, but later backed out when I realized I double booked. In the fall, Geraldine had asked me to babysit on a Friday (a day I don’t normally sit) in far-off-distant January. I agreed, and then it fell off my radar until after I had promised Curly I would go on her field trip. There were tears. I felt ill.
Looking back and knowing what I know now about Geraldine, I wish I had just told her I couldn’t sit that day. Even at the last minute. My kids should always come first. I did volunteer to help during an in-school field trip later in the year, but it was a short afternoon and not the same as wandering around a museum with Curly and her friends.
Curly had another field trip May 18th to a place called the Naper Settlement and the weather looked awesome. Think Williamsburg on a smaller scale. There was an old school, a mansion, a blacksmith giving demonstrations, etc.
Even though I told Geraldine at the beginning of the year that I wasn’t interested in swapping days because it gets too confusing, she still sent me her end of year (when things are crazier than ever) list requesting that I sit some weeks from Tuesday till Friday vs. the usual Monday - Thursday. I begrudgingly agreed. I am NOT babysitting for her next year - are you starting to figure out why? Oh, there's more. Much more. But the end is in sight. Not close enough, but in sight.
|Curly and Carter exploring |
the Naper Settlement.
It this cute or what?
Our timing was perfect. The class had just walked thru the gates and we slipped in behind them. I hadn’t told Curly about my plan and she was thrilled. Her teacher, who is quite chill, was glad we opted to tag along. We stalked her group until we had to haul ass back to pick up Theo at preschool. Carter walked around holding Curly’s hand part of the time. Curly didn’t mind the attention. Once the preschool pickup was complete, I headed home.
That's when the fun-with-Laddie began . . .