WEEK 10

Mac spends his “sick day” off bowling and checking out books and videos at the library. We enjoy the day and I am happy to have my child home with me for an extra day.

Tuesday we return to our normal routine. We drive Mac to school to save time and because Sailor has soccer at 9:30. We wait thru 4 cycles of a traffic light before we can make a left turn and by the time we get to school the bell has rung. I pull up at the corner and ask Mac if he can walk to the door on his own. He is only slightly timid when he says yes. He exits the car and I begin to visualize all sorts of accidents befalling him: He trips on his shoelace and falls on his face; he crashes into someone and falls on his face; he stumbles up the stairs and falls on his face; he is crying and embarrassed and bleeding. And where am I? Cozy in my car at the corner. Not escorting him to the door as a good mom should. Ok, who am I kidding? I have born witness to many a parent let a tiny offspring run across the street from their car and head into school alone. I am well within reason dropping him off at the corner and letting him walk a few paces alone.

After he disappears from my sight our friends who also have a Mac tap our car window. I offer them a ride home. It’s suddenly become quite blustery outside. As I pop the trunk to move the day’s worth of errands to be run out of the front seat the little girl goes into a panic. Only later do I learn from her mother that she thought we were opening the trunk to put her inside!

After soccer we head to Target to – um – start our Christmas shopping. Yes, I know. It’s only November 6th.

Thursday
I have to go to school to give Mac eye drops every day. Not that I mind at all! I love to see him. He doesn’t seem to mind, or care. He is just being disrupted; I don’t belong there.

He got his 1st report card today. All A's except a B in listening. Apparently he goes off in his own world sometimes and doesn't pay enuf attention. That's my boy. She said he is a slow worker, too. Yep, he's the one who takes 90 minutes to eat breakfast and 30 to get dressed. And don't even get me started on the amount of time it takes him to poop!
He has his 1st spelling test tomorrow. The words range from "fun" to "transportation." He knows them all but we'll see how he does on the actual test.
And for Sailor I am trying to decide if it's worth the effort to look for JK for him next year or if I should just leave him in his current preschool. So much to think about.