Emotional Weekend

9-14-10




Once again, a super busy past few days. Mostly good I would say, too, which makes me happy.



Friday night, Stephanie and I got to go out for girl’s night. We headed out to dinner at Jerry’s Deli. We were looking for a place that had beer and a laid back atmosphere. We found that at Jerry’s.



It was gobs of fun to sit and chit chat in real life. After dinner, we went over and saw Scott Pilgrim Vs the World, which was freaking awesome. We giggled and made jokes before the movie and it was a fantastic time. I got home around midnight, still laughing.



Saturday was the day I transformed. I became an honest to goodness Soccer Mom. We headed out to the soccer field where I found myself surrounded by fields of kids of varying ages, all playing their little hearts out. It was surreal. I was not in uniform. I was not there to play. I was there with my son who was the player.



He looked so freaking cute in his little uniform. The hour of play was good, too, since the first half was practice with the assistant coach mostly running things. Thank goodness. He was gobs better than the broad that is his coach. The game itself was so much fun to watch. The mob of kids, the lack of structure, the fun they all seemed to have.



Before the game, I flashed the “I Love You” sign to Bobby who did it back. It was a ritual my parents and I did before every game. I am telling you right now, I was glad I had on my sunglasses because wow, I got teary.



Bobby did great! No breakdowns, and he even did a great throw in that resulted in a goal! The other team was better, but I don’t think it mattered. At the end of the game, parents and coaches from both sides came together to do a tunnel for all the kids to run through, cheering on both teams as winners. It was really fantastic!!



Mr. Bossy Pants was lame, but you know what, I don’t care. He didn’t want to be there, dragging his feat the whole time. He even sat out during the quarter Bobby was supposed to sit out, which was awesome since it meant Bobby could play even more! Then when the kid sat out, he kept pestering Dax and my mom to play with Dax’s toys. Sheesh.



Oh, and if that wasn’t enough, that dammed kid kept getting all up in Bobby’s face, bossing him around. I was tempted to snip at him, but the coach, his mother, took care of it. Plus, Bobby didn’t seem to give a shit. Thank goodness! He was awful. Even my mom was pissed about that part. She was ready to throw down. LOL!



After the game, we went to Hometown Buffet with my folks to celebrate my dad’s birthday. We then went to their place for cake. I was sure the boys would fall asleep on the way home, but shockingly, they did not. I think they were too amped from all the day had been.



We opted to not bowl on Sunday, which worked out pretty well since my mom didn’t go, either. Instead, we went down to Disneyland. Of course, we screwed up. All summer, the park opened at 8. This was the first morning of winter hours in which they don’t open until 9. We were there at 7. LOL!!



The parking structure wasn’t even open. Ken suggested I take the boys to Downtown Disney while he waited to park the car. This was an excellent idea, so I set out with the kids to get through closed gates and a maze of structure to get over to the open section to walk to the shopping area. I turned on my pedometer because I knew it would be a good hike. It didn’t register the 6 stories of stairs I walked up and down on, but it did register at least 3 miles that we walked, which included going up and down Downtown Disney 3 times, walking over there, and just hiking around waiting for the park to open. Woo hoo!!



I ended up putting in another 2 miles or so in the park itself since we walked all of the park. We didn’t go on a lot of rides, mostly checking things out that had short lines. Dax was uber cranky there, so I didn’t want to stay long. I know it was tired related.



The rest of Sunday should have been spent working on projects, but I was just too pooped. I ended up sitting around, reading the rest of my wonderful book. It was cool since the boys played out back, and Ken let me have the time to be uninterrupted. The book was truly amazing, and even though it made me cry, a lot, it was a fantastic read.



The rest of the afternoon/evening, I was weepy. I think it was PMS related, and book related, but really, the bulk of it was probably what was going to happen on Monday morning.



I got up at 6 and got ready. I made the boys breakfast and headed in to get them ready to face the day. Bobby told me a few times as I pulled his shirt over his head that he was nervous. I tried to stay positive. I was overly chipper and stressed at the same time, which is a strange combination that equals psycho.



Poor Dax was upset that he had to go to Maria’s, but I felt that he would only be a bad distraction to me at the school. There were other siblings at the school when we went, and I am super glad I didn’t take Dax.



Ken and I walked Bobby up to the school. You could see along the way the parents coming out with their kids in new backpacks and nervous smiles. The families kept falling into line, walking the sidewalk up to the school.



We walked into the classroom, which was bright and cheery, hitting me with the familiar smell of September that I have not been privy to in 17 years. We found Bobby’s name sticker, which said Robert, and Ken went to ask the teacher if we could change it to Bobby.



This is the first point in which I had to pocket the claws that came out. She growled at Ken a smidge, saying that although she would gladly call him Bobby, all paperwork should be in his given name. I wanted to yell at her, but my fear of angering this older bear that I would be leaving my cub with kept me in check.



We found Bobby’s folder in the cubby, and sat down at a table to start going through the paperwork. Bobby played with the tiger puzzle in front of him, which made him quite pleased. The teacher was nice yet not, and I felt like I had gone back to my own kindergarten experience. It was like she was Mrs. Dollarhde all over again. I tried to be super, overly chipper so as to make sure she knew we were on “her side” and that we would be helpful in anyway possible.



She took pictures of each of the families there, which was cool. She even seemed genuine when she said how cute the families were. I liked the personal touch of her trying to get to know us along with our kids.



This one little boy, Dimitri, sat at our table with his mommy. He was silent, and looked terrified. His mom told me how scared he was, and I tried to cheer him up. I even asked Bobby to possibly hang out with Dimitri during the day, which Bobby was happy to do.



Bobby was pretty calm at first. We were there for about an hour, and as the hour passed, you could sense his anxiety increasing. He was inching closer to me with each second, and was close to wrapping his body around my arm.



The teacher indicated she was done, and we parents all started the process of goodbyes. There were tears, not just from the kids. One mom, who was super nice, actually broke down a bit even before the goodbyes. She and I would commiserate together outside later.



I held it together long enough to give Bobby my heart necklace, kiss him goodbye, and basically leave the room. If I stayed, my kid would not be in school. Ken had to do the dirty work.



Bobby screamed. I heard him from outside. It sent chills down my back and stabbed my heart. Ken told me after that he even tried to bolt from the room. He was not the only one. This one poor little girl was pulled back into the classroom by the teacher, screaming and hollering as if she was being fed to alligators. It was horrible.



Ken was the last parent out, but Bobby stayed. I walked home with Ken, sobbing a bit the whole way. It was rough.



The day was spent mostly chauffeuring Ken around to various errands he had to do. I didn’t even get out of the car. I sat and played games on my phone. It was a decent distraction, but I should have probably stayed home and cleaned as it would have truly kept my mind off of it. One nice thing about going, though, was that Ken and I had lunch together, and we went and got some fun things at the 99 cent store, including eyeball necklaces for the boys, and some wonderful skulls for my desk.



We walked back up to the school to get Bobby. We opted to not take Dax so that our entire focus was on Bobby. We stood at the gate with all the other parents. We should have probably stood back more since Bobby ended up catching sight of us while they were lining up. Poor kid yelled out to us and the teacher grabbed him to put him in line. I was pissed, but I also understood she had a bunch of 5 year olds that needed to be put in place quickly. He didn’t even seem upset at this, so I let it go.



She walked them to the gate, and he was really good, staying where he was supposed to. She released them one at a time, and he ran to us when it was his turn. It was awesome. He looked exhausted. We had some animal crackers for him, which he gladly took and shoved a bunch in his mouth quickly. My poor baby, but he was happy, which was cool.



The way home, he told us about the book she read to calm them all down. He also told us that the teacher’s assistant was nice in comforting him after Ken left and that the teacher was nice. He had one other instance of fear when he couldn’t find his teacher after lunch, but it was ok. He only ate half his sandwich, but I don’t know if that was lack of hunger or just the desire to explore the playground. We will see what he does today. Ken and Dax walk him up to the school this morning. I just sent a picture of the “I Love You” sign via phone.



It is now 8 am. Bobby should be in class. I am waiting for Ken’s call of all clear. Dax has a doc appt this morning at 8:30 to get his shots. Poor Ken has a lot of unhappy kids this morning.



Bobby cried a lot, but so did most of the class. He is there, though, so now I just wait.



My schedule has to change now. I clocked in at 5:30 this morning and will be leaving at 2 until I get yelled at. LOL! No, seriously, with him getting out at 2:15, I need to get home and walk up there (aside from me wanting the exercise, it would be a madhouse to drive) to get there in time. I should be fine if I leave at 2. Hopefully there is an afterschool program like it said there was and that he can get over to that. Once he is in that, I can go back to my 2:30 time.



One of my other weekend events was my hair. I opted to do a reddish brown that looks awesome. I seriously contemplated bright pink or even blue, especially after having just seen Scott Pilgrim. I chickened out, though. I may need to just do wigs on those colors.



Super terrifying!!!!! I come back to my desk and I see my work phone ringing. It is the school! Holy shit! What happened???? I answer all freaked out and it is just the office telling me they had been trying to get a hold of Ken since they found a check of his that had fallen out of his pocket. Sigh. I about had a fucking heart attack until she said that. I assured her that I would have him call and either give me permission to pick up said check or he would get it.



Dax has 7 shots in his arm today. Not cool.



Dax and Ken are coming to lunch with me! I suppose I should finish this up and post it before I head out.