Don't Lecture
I recently saw a commercial about one of those long distance phone numbers. In this commercial, that guy from "Full House" was talking about using this number to call his mother who insisted on lecturing him about not calling her more often. Any of you who have parents and/or grandparents have been through this. Why is it that when you finally do call, you get a lecture about "not calling more often"? Did it ever occur to the elders that maybe we don't call because we don't want a lecture? ESPECIALLY if it's long distance? Hello? It's a vicious circle, really. You don't call because you don't want a lecture, so when you do call, the lecture is that much worse. Hmmm.
Back To School Nightmares
As you all know, my son is starting K4 August 18. He will officially be a student. I don't know if I'm alone here, but when I was in school, I always had nightmares about the first day. You know, the typical showing up naked or in my pajamas (which is stupid because I don't wear pajamas), or not having all my school supplies, or missing the bus. I thought I was done with that. In fact, those nightmares are the EXACT reason I never finished college. Okay, that's a lie.
My nightmare started with school supply shopping. So guess where I had to go. Yep, that's right! The dreaded SuperWalmart. By the time we got to the checkout, I was working up to a real panic attack. I left Chris in line and rushed at a standstill through the crowd of college kids. I finally got to the door and was just about to clear it, when I'm flagged down by the marker lady. Ya'll know the one. She stops you to look at your receipt and mark it up with that awful yellow highlighter. I haven't bought anything at this point. My stuff is still in the abyss known as the "Express" checkout with my poor, poor husband. You know what I did? I kept right on walking out the door. You know what marker lady did? NUTHIN!!! Hah!!! Victory was mine that sweet, sweet day!
Anyway, the horror wasn't over, oh noooo. Last night, I had---the dream. It was different than years past, of course. In this dream, I dropped my son off, yes, that's right, IN MY PJ'S!! Not only that, I dropped him off on the Friday before school was to start. When I realized my error (and my dishabille), I drove back home to change, and then drove all the way across town to the daycare only to realize, that for some reason, the daycare was closed. At this point I'm very late for work, and I'm also in my husband's clunker of a truck? I drive back across town to drop Nick off at my grandmother's house, and finally, arrive at work two hours late. Again----in pj's.
Oh, I guess I'm destined for eighteen more years of this. It's just not fair!
August 12, 2003