I'm pretty sure I've mentioned this, but Andy is in 6th grade at the elementary school but does 7th grade math at the middle school. That means that he gets up an hour earlier (and I do too) to catch the 6:56a bus to the middle school, has math, and then comes back to the elementary school and has a full day of classes. I was told that during the time they have slotted him for math at the elementary school that they would pull him out of class and let him work on homework or do some extra, fun, academic projects with him, but today he told me he hasn't seen much of the G&T (gifted and talented) teacher and that lately he's been shelving books in the library. Nice. But I digress.
This is the first year that they've done this so there were a few things they needed us to be aware of, most importantly that they do not have the manpower or ability to transport Andy back to the elementary school after he finishes his math class at the middle school. Fair enough. Luckily there are two other boys doing this with Andy, so the three sets of parents split up the driving and we only have to drive Tuesday and Friday. How hard can that be?
Well, on Tuesday it was our day. Charlie is out of town all week so there was no discussion that morning of who was going to pick up the boys, it was all me. I had a chaotic morning with the girls, which sadly has become pretty consistent when Charlie isn't around, and finally got them out the door later than I wanted. When I got home from walking Sarah to school and Amanda to the house of the little boy she carpools with to pre-school, I saw my neighbor outside and talked to her for about 10 minutes. When I got inside I grabbed my phone which I unfortunately had forgotten on the way to school (but no big deal because who really is going to call me at 8:30 in the morning) and saw two missed called from Andy's classmate. Oh shit! I forgot to pick up the boys.
I texted that I was on my way and called them three times before he picked up. This is now the time that I tell you the benefits of giving your 11-yr-old son a phone, for just these reasons, but since his friend has one he doesn't need one. For now. Overall I was 20 minutes late picking them up. I felt pretty bad, but didn't let it get to me for three reasons: a) The boys didn't care. They were playing human bowling (not sure of the rules on this one) while they waited. b) The school didn't care. They didn't call or ask why the boys were 20 minutes late. c) I was the last of the three families to forgot the boys. That's right, in December both of the other moms (maybe one of them was a dad) forgot to pick them up too. Andy was holding out hope that we would be the only ones not to forget the boys, but sadly his wish did not come true.
Now if I could just not forget them again this year all will be good!
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