Do you remember my last post about the neighbor boy, Wee Man?? Oh, you were super busy that day and missed it? Well here then, just go here real quick and catch up.
Back? Great. Let’s get on with the show then.
I posted that little gem yesterday, Tuesday. It just so happens that when I was at the library last week, getting the next book in the Outlander series, I picked up a flyer about the Friends of the Library. They do all the fundraising and activities planning for our city library. Their newsletter said they needed volunteers, and someone to be their historian. Well since I have an abundance of spare time, I decided to email them and let them know I was interested. They asked me to come to their monthly meeting, which was TUESDAY EVENING.
Okay, so no problem there. I attend the meeting. At the end, there’s some friendly, idle chit-chat, and they ask which school my son goes to, so I tell them. Then one of the ladies says, “Oh, hold on a minute.” She goes to the library desk, and comes back and hands me a book. Someone had dropped off a school library book at the city library by mistake, and it was from my son’s school. Well of course I wouldn’t mind dropping it at his school.
Okay, meanwhile, back at the ranch. Connor has always had sleep problems, and some kind of weird sleep cycle where he is up in the middle of the night and not sleeping well. We can’t figure out the cycle to save our lives, we just know it happens every few weeks. It happens that he is in the middle of a cycle right now. And we all know that when our kids don’t get enough sleep, it exacerbates their challenging behavior.
Well this morning, instead of already being awake and bouncing around, Connor kept on sleeping. I decided to let him sleep, and go in to work a little late. Getting enough sleep just makes everything else easier, so once in a blue moon I will do this.
Once he was up and ready, we took off to school. I usually drop him off and let him walk himself in, but since he was late, and I had that library book to return with an explanation, I walked him in. It was 9:15 a.m.
Now, are you ready for this??? As we go to the door of the school, and reached for the handle, Wee Man and HIS MOM came up to the door next to us!!
I have never, ever seen her before. And what are the odds, that the day after my library meeting, in possession of the missing library book, and bringing my sleep-challenged child in late, that I should run into her???
So what did I do??
Not a damn thing. I was rushing to get Connor into school, had to get myself to work, and couldn’t think of anything other than “good morning, how are you?” Also, I was trying to quickly take her in, and see if she looked like a bad mom, or a drunk, or the operator of a meth lab.
And she didn’t. These things always perplex me, because no matter how old I get (ahem), I still expect people to look a certain way, and they just never do. She just looked like a typical, suburban mom. I was caught up, trying to reconcile in my head why Typical Suburban Mom lets her six-year-old roam several blocks from home, on his bike, completely unsupervised.
Has she not heard about kidnappings??
What about reckless teen drivers, careening through the neighborhood?
So I missed my opportunity to make an introduction, and try to salvage some sort of budding friendship between the boys. I hate it when I choke under pressure like that. But then, maybe it’s really for the better. The last thing I need right now is for Connor to start badgering me about wandering around our neighborhood on his own, because it’s not going to happen.
But do you see what I mean about this Karma thing?? How many planets had to align for me to run into her, the very day after I wrote about her kid coming over??
And how many damn times have I mentioned Johnny Depp on my blog, and I still haven’t run into him at the freakin’ grocery store or gas station.