Wednesday, April 01, 2009
I woke up yesterday morning with four cats and a kid in my bed.
The cats are usually there. The kid had been sleepwalking. He was thoroughly confused when I woke him for school, had no clue where he was, didn't remember getting there. I remember hearing the toilet flush and the Kiddo crawling over the foot of my bed before tucking himself in.
So I went over to the school yesterday morning, to talk to the teacher about Monday's field trip. And I got double-teamed by the teacher and the principal, dressed down, and told in no uncertain terms that it's my fault it happened the way it did. They felt no responsibility whatsoever.
And there's nothing like getting treated like an imbecile with no license to parent. In full view of the class.
No way was I going to work that upset.
So I called my friend Carole, and she put the kettle on. We talked about it, drank tea, and tried to figure out how to deal with this. There's not really much I can do, but sometimes it helps to vent and get it out of my system. She made me a lovely enormous salad for lunch, and I set her up with a knitting machine for a while. She's fallen in love with it already, and all she's done is knit a huge stockinette square. I installed a new sponge bar in the ribber this morning, so she can start playing with that whenever she gets a chance.
And I'm slogging through today, having discovered I need to go to the funeral home today after work. A wonderful old man who lives here, and is incredibly generous with the hugs and kindness, passed away on Monday. He was a fixture at the local bakery in the mornings, and loved to make the other old men jealous by getting hugs (and maybe even a cheek-peck kiss!) from me whenever I would stop in for a chocolate chip muffin. He went to my parents' church, ushered there, and has known me since I was a teen, even though I didn't know him. he always remembered my son's name, and offered a high-five to him whenever we saw him. He was cavalry in WWII, and proudly proclaimed it on his bumper sticker and license plate. I'll miss him a lot.
at 2:44 PM