I’m sure the fatigue I was feeling had nothing to do with the 4 hours of beauty rest I got in the hotel, or the truck-stop-diet I started on the inbound trip (bad idea.)
The business meetings wrapped up early and I hightailed it out as quickly as possible for the four hour drive home, feeling tired, and skipping every truck stop (no beef jerky this time, I learned my lesson.)
Ah, what 48 hours can do in terms of how you look at your kids.
I swear they’d grown an inch.
Okay, not really. But I was thrilled to see their smiling, sweaty faces.
They were anxious to tell me about the new school year, and I was ready to hear it.
I heard all about the teachers…..one teacher is supposedly 71 years old, one has less hair than me (hard to believe) and several are (right now) very ‘cool.’
As they crouched at the edge of the bed and tag teamed me with back to school stories, it was like a verbal ping pong match. I just sat and listened, my head bobbing back and forth.
Jordan: “Mom, I have lunch with all my good friends.’
Chase: “Yeah and we actually have the same lunch but we don’t sit together, so don’t ask.”
Jordan: “And I’ve already learned 5 Spanish words” (I’m praying they are not swear words.)
Ping pong, back and forth. Teachers, friends, classes, and of course, ‘I need money.’
Then Jordan said, “But English is terribly boring.”
I almost replied, “and would you like some tea and crumpets for dinner?”
My almost-twelve-year-old has a tendency to sound like Robin Williams uncensored on HBO, but can, in the next breath, sound just like Prince Charles. He has always done this, and you never know if you are going to get the king or the comedian.
It’s just like him, all smelly and boy like, to say “English is terribly boring” instead of something more tween-ish like “English class sucks.”
Hearing him say that, listening to them voluntarily chat up a storm with me, when I am lucky to get a text messages that say anything more than “IDK”, erased most of the guilt I felt about being gone.
I’m home.
We’ll see what happens though in three weeks when progress reports come out.
It will either be, “that stupid teacher gave me a bad grade” or “I’m terribly happy with my progress this year.”
Or, he’ll be cursing us all out in Spanish.
5 comments:
It seems like he knows timing, I mean to pull out "terribly boring" when talking English allowed for perfect timing for you. And to have to them actually talk about their day is pretty special.
Reminds me of my foury-year-old, as we entered the country club for dinner with my in-laws on Mother's Day: he looked up at me holding the door open for him, and said cheerily, "Good evening," with a smirk. Maybe Turner and Jordan are drinking the same British Kool-Aid?
Actually, it kind of reminds more of the Geico Gecko off TV.
Maybe Turner will be saying 'Oh Dear' next.
Fancy a crisp?
That's it! I was trying to remember what that darn Gecko says!
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