This Week the Joke Is on Me

On Friday, I was at the last night of Free Friday Flicks of the summer. I was with a bunch of friends on the F***ing Pink Blanket, and told  them I was looking for something to write about for my blog this week. I should know better than to say something like that out loud. When the gods want to punish you they grant your wishes. Nothing came out of the evening, and I was mulling over a couple of thoughts on Sunday, when a random thought came into my head. Not a blog idea, mind you, it was something I wanted to check. My son had mentioned that his friend who is starting as a freshman at my son’s high school my son said school was starting Monday, as in today. I had shrugged it off–my son’s school has started on the Tuesday before Labor Day since he started there 10 years ago. It’s ALWAYS that Tuesday. I thought, maybe they were doing something different for freshman orientation. I hadn’t checked the schedule. I’ve been at this for 15 years, I don’t need to check a damn schedule. School ALWAYS starts on Tuesday. So the random thought came into my head that I should double-check. I had printed out the school schedule on Friday, but had not looked at it closely. I pulled it out almost as a way of confirmation and there it was. In a barely readable script font in the tiny square marked as August 25, it said “1st day.”

I went into a tail spin, which sounds stupid, I know. But for me, who had been enjoying a summer of getting to leave the house every morning without having to push out a sleepy, reluctant teen out the door, I had been counting on that one last morning of freedom. I was also feeling super guilty–I just yanked away a whole extra day from him too. I woke him up to tell him the news. No sense in getting enough rest on this last day before we were sentenced to school. He actually took it better than I did. He’d been in mourning for a few days, where as I had been skipping merrily along, holding out Monday like the Golden Ticket from Willy Wonka.

But all I got is Willy’s back and  dismissive, “Good Day!” So I’m out of time, out of ideas, and will NOT ask out loud for blog ideas again. Crap, I really hate school.

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