A lot of changes in the daily schedule once again took place. As basketball was cancelled, I suck in my pride and once more asked a lovely family X to drop my older kid to football instead at 14.45. The boy knew his schedule and was supposed to be ready at the given time. I had a few suspicious thoughts as he didn't reply to his cellphone after school, as he was supposed to be home sometime after one. (His good, or so-called good phone has since my last post gone broken and he's moving about with an embarrassing relic of the times before touch screen.)
Things didn't look that good as I noticed the lovely dad X calling me just at the time when he was supposed to pick my boy up. Something had happened. You know what? The boy had reached home after school, opened the door and put his cell and keys on the table, then returned to pick up his backpack form the porch and BANG- the door had closed by a gust of wind. Oh the unfortunate time he had spent, luckily with his jacket on, TOO EMBARRASSED TO GO TO ANY FRIENDS' HOME for the parents to call me up. So then he was discovered, and I was asked: what to do. I told the dad to take the boy to practice with no equipment, and already as I was speaking, I was gathering my stuff to leave, once again from work, to take the equipment to him a little late.
He ended up being only ten minutes late. I was such a supermom. Then I did the thing I had planned to do for weeks. I went straight to a locksmith and asked him to make three more keys to our key. It so happens that we have a secret place for a spare key, but the darn thing is always missing, since the boys have used it too much, thus always leaving it around the house and never returning it.
Oh and another thing. My bright eight-year-old had got such horrible marks in a math test that was about adding times in the clock. Like "it is three sharp, what's the time after ten minutes?" "And what is the time after twenty minutes?". He had to go to a special education teacher with all the rest of the test-floppers. I was a bit surprised but hey, perhaps he needed it. I was then going through some of the unfinished special tasks today evening with him, just to notice that he is still giving me such weird times. Then I realised something. He is always adding up to the previous time! Like instead of adding to three sharp the twenty, he thought he shoud add the twenty to ten past three! Problem solved. We did a high five and now he's off to bed.
Oh and still one thing. The poor boy's ankle is still not well. Our biggest problem now? It doesn't hurt, it's not sore, it moves well. But he limps and walks inward!! Why oh why now??? He is so excitedly waiting for his first big, national basketball tournament this coming weekend in the capital region! And now if something wont' happen, he can't play. We're not sure what's going on, but perhaps a trauma, also mental, so he can't "unlearn" the limping?? Mommy's confused. Daddy's telling him to walk straight and not to think about it. The coach tells us to tell him that "sore over, you can play now". I don't mean this in a wrong way, but the little one is such a fighter in the court and you can see him going into a flow state of mind as he plays, that's how much he loves it. So all fingers crossed and angels to help, that we won't have to watch this little fellow's dream coming to pieces!
ps. this you already know: as I was driving to rescue the boy, the gas indicator switched a light on. This is my life.
Good night,
signed: the language- confused blogger.
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