Yesterday I went over to the school five times. And that’s with Sir Monkeypants handling the usual morning drop off.
I got a call to bring the Little Miss her forgotten library books.
I combined the book drop off with my planned visit to pick up Gal Smiley for her dentist appointment.
I hit the office again to sign Gal Smiley back in after her appointment.
Then I got a call letting me know that Gal Smiley had fallen in mud and needed new pants (for the FIFTH TIME since Easter, GROWL).
Then I got another call from the Little Miss letting me know she had a “very sore tummy” and could not possibly last the remaining 45 minutes of the school day (totally fine once we got home, of course).
And then I had to go back less than an hour later to pick up the big kids at the end of the day.
I’d also like to mention, for maximum sympathy points, that it was pouring rain and about six degrees and every single time I went out my coat and pants got wetter and colder, and I must say I got to feeling rather trodden upon.
Between lost things and forgotten things and falling in mud, and literally a dozen separate dentist and doctor’s appointments in April, I have seen more of the office staff at my kids’ school this month than I have in the entire preceding eight years they’ve been pupils there. It used to be I could go into the office and no one had any idea who I was. Now I show up and they just ask me if it’s the Captain, Gal Smiley, or the Little Miss today. Or at least, which kid for this particular visit – and we’ll see you again in an hour.
Sometimes I feel as though as long as I am here to catch them, they’ll never learn to stand on their own. I should put my foot down, and declare that I am no longer available during the day except for health emergencies. I should tell them they have to learn to manage their own gear and issues and life.
Sometimes I feel like it’s nice to have a safety net. At least for a little while.
Guess I’ll stay on call for a bit longer, at least.