I had plans for today. Wash my sheets (see the comments). Do day two of C25K (barely survived day one but I will persevere!) And wash all those dishes from last night’s St. Patrick’s Day feast (mmm it was good!)
I’ll still get to that stuff, but I was sidetracked by a phone call from Nick. He’s doing very well in school, but seems to have caught 7th grade-itis a bit early. The major symptom is Missing Assignments. He gets pulled out of regular classes three times a week (trombone lesson, G&T, and to work on an entry into a competition called Solar Sprints.) All great stuff, and his grades aren’t hurting, but he needs to remember to ask the teachers if he’s missing assignments when he’s pulled out. Apparently one of those assignments was due today or a zero grade would result. And he did do the assignment. And he left it on the dining room table.
So I get the phone call. Normally, I’m not into rescuing my kids. I don’t bring forgotten homework or forgotten lunches to school. In fact I’ve only brought a forgotten item to school once before, ever, and that was because it was the last day of school and the teacher called and asked me to find a text book that had to be returned. But today, Nick called, and sounded, well, a bit desperate. So I buckled under and brought the homework in. But with a very clear “this is the only time I will ever do this for the rest of your life.”
I’m sure this won’t be the last time he forgets an assignment at home. But at least now I’ll be free of guilty feelings when I don’t bring it to him!
I’ll let it slide, just this once. But don’t let me catch you at it again!