Grandparents Day is the one day we get to see how our grandkid’s spend their time in school. Well, today was that day for my seven year old granddaughter. We’ll call her AK.
I started the day with my phone alarm going off. It’s a very annoying high pitched ring and my husband hates it, so I grabbed it before it woke him up. I looked at the reminder that told me I needed to be at AK’s school at 8:00 a.m. We were in the middle of a thunder storm, rain tapped on the window, dogs cuddled up hiding from the noise, and I didn’t want to get up. I forced myself, grabbed my coffee, dressed then it was time to go.
I was almost at the school, but they must have moved it because it sure wasn’t where I thought it was. I don’t know who I was talking to, but I said, “Where the hell is it?”
There was a car in front of me that had a bumper sticker that read, Honk if you love Jesus, Text if you want to meet him today. I texted my son anyway.
Me: Is it on Nicholas?
Me: School, Nicholas or Gregg?
Okay, I wondered why there was a question mark after the word Gregg, but it didn’t take me long to find out. My phone rang and caller ID said…SON…”Yes?”
“Where are you and what are you doin’?”
“I’m tryin’ to get to the school by 8:00, but I’m gonna be late?”
“8:00, she doesn’t even go to school till 8:45. Why are you so early?”
“My phone alarm woke me up at 6:30 and said ‘school 8:00’ so I thought that’s when I was supposed to be there.” By this time I’d found the stinking school and was pulling into the, almost empty, parking lot. (I want to know which phantom wine bottle put that time in my calendar!)
That’s what he calls me instead of Mother. “What?”
“It’s not until 1:40 this afternoon.”
“What? $#!+!” You can imagine what that word is.
Laughter, laughter and more laughter…”I’m sorry for the mix up.”
“You are not.”
Later, at 1:40, I got to the school…AGAIN…got to the gym, saw a fantastic second grade singing show, (of course SHE was the cutest of them all) then went back to AK’s classroom. Now, I don’t know about you, but I’m a bit over weight. Have you ever seen the itty bitty chairs they want you to sit your big ole butt in to do ‘find the word’ puzzles?
Well, let me tell you, mine was hanging over the sides. Stop laughing. No, really, stop laughing because if you think that’s funny, you should have seen me trying to get off that thing when it was time to go. My poor little granddaughter’s neck is never going to be the same after I pushed down on her head to hoist myself out of that teeny tiny chair. Stop laughing. Where are those big bouncers from the neighborhood nightclub when you need ’em?
All in all, it was a wonderful day. Time well spent with AK. I gave her a silk rose with a little bear on top. She loved it and didn’t want me to leave, but all good things must come to an end. The hug she gave me before I left? Hey, that made it all worth while.
One of the things I love about being a granny is…when you get tired, you can send their little hind ends home!