|My 2 high school kids started school|
9/6. Very late due to renovations.
This pic was taken before the first
day of school when Curly came
along on our outing to the zoo.
Tuesday September 6th started out in a positive, 'this is going to be a great day' kind of way.
5:55 am: I woke up well rested - not because someone incorrectly set his alarm. I fumbled around, hoping not to wake up Coach. I grabbed workout clothes from a clean laundry pile next to my bed. BLINDLY. Mini is not the only family member who doesn't always have her laundry put away. Once in the bathroom, I switched on the light. Low and behold - I'd magically chosen an outfit that I loved. It matched.
6:45 am: Coach told me that Ed had texted Coach at like 5:15 am to say, ARE YOU AWAKE?
|Nothing makes me smile more |
than two buddies opting
to hold hands at the zoo. See what
I'm doing here - showing photos of happy
moments to offset the stress I'm writing about.
Tuesdays are full days. 6 tots/baby in the morning, then 2 more arrive by bus at 11:00 from preschool. It's hectic till the beloved naptime.
10: 30 am:
Me to Ed: (text) What's up?
Ed: I'm sick.
Cold symptoms? Too much to drink? Stomach bug?
Um . . . THE.OTHER.END.
We now believe that he had E.coli. Or something. He'd cook fish. Perhaps the meat thermometer was bad. He was REALLY sick. He'd finally slept 5 hours after being up all night.
4:20 pm: I texted to see how he was doing. No response.
4:30 pm: Reg texted, in freak-out mode. If he took the bus back to the high school after his golf team tournie he'd be VERY late for travel b-ball fall league practice.
Me: Do you want me to drive there, get you, then drive you to b-ball? *opposite directions
Reg: Yes, bring . . . (list, including dinner & his epilepsy medication)
I gathered his stuff.
5:30 pm: Lad called me driving home from a job interview. He's
8 second lake house video. The lake had a pirate parade/water balloon fight. Our kids are on the boat on the left - decorated with pirate flags. We tried to keep a safe distance, observing. Maybe a white flag would've helped. The little buggers attacked us. Friendly fire? Watch the one balloon launched at us. It hit me in the right boob. OUCH! Coach called it a one in a million shot. Hey, now!
I digress. I kept looking at the clock, wondering how Lad's interview was going.
Lad: So, it went well, I think. Then they asked about my timeline and what else I was thinking about. I was honest and I said that 'B' company is my number 1. (this interview was not with 'B' company)
Me: WHAT? WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT? *B would be a great job, but he was very early in the process and I feared that it was more of a reach job. Shit.
This is when it's nice to be Coach. I screw things up. Say the wrong thing. More or less, step in it. Then Coach has the time and space to gather himself and his thoughts and approach our offspring poised and calm, ready to clean up my verbal diarrhea.
After he hung up with me, Lad called the headhunter who had lined up the interview. The head hunter blasted him. Later I told Lad, THINK OF IT LIKE A DATE, YOU DON'T SAY TO A GIRL. I LIKE YOU, BUT THAT GIRL OVER THERE - SHE'S THE ONE I'M CRAZY ABOUT.
Lad was ticked at me, or the situation, or his blunder. *sigh*
6:00 pm: Me: I'm driving to get Reg, would you pick up Curly from her volleyball game when the bus gets back?
He was not enthusiastic. Then Curly shared that the varsity game hadn't started. I thought only freshmen were playing, so this was gonna take awhile. I told Lad not to worry. I'd get her after I dropped off Reg - even though I usually stay in my car at b-ball because it's a hike. Lad didn't seem to be in the right frame of my mind for favors.
|Under water polar bear |
viewing. Super cool.
6:40 pm: I decided to call Mini.
Mini: (text) Call you in a minute.
Lad called hollering about wasting his whole day and not wanting to pick up Curly.
Me: I told you - not to worry about it. *Goodness*
Mini called, crying -but pretended she wasn't. Up until now, she'd mostly spoken to us in short, abrupt bursts that left us to believe she was mad at us, or in a hurry.
Mini: (A few excerpts): I'M MISERABLE. I HATE IT HERE. I JUST WANNA COME HOME. WHAT IF I PEAKED IN HIGH SCHOOL. EVERYONE LIKES COLLEGE, WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME? I'M SO ANXOUS. I'M WORRIED ABOUT ACADEMICS. I LIKE H AND M, BUT I'M PUTTING IN ALL OF THE EFFORT. I REALLY LIKE ANN. SHE'S SUPER NICE AND SHE'S ONE OF 6 KIDS, TOO. WE BOTH MISS OUR FAMILIES. I DON'T LIKE BEING ALONE. AT HOME, I COULD ALWAYS JUST WALK INTO THE KITCHEN AND FIND SOMEONE.
We'd had a few teary phone calls before, but this one felt different. More involved. As I listened, I was pretty sure a small ninja had slipped into the car and hit me directly in my throat with a sucker punch.
I hope you'll tune in on Wednesday to learn what happened next in this saga of 'the night my offspring had everything going on'. In the meantime, I read this article in the Chicago Tribune about whether or not parents can be friends with their kids. It resonated with me. Where do you stand? Were you friends with your parents growing up? Feel free to take a stab at what else went wrong this particular night.