The Field Trips

Both boys had field trips today.


I was cordially invited by the Dracenator to attend his walking field trip through the town while Dev, on the other hand, completely spaced and forgot to even give us his permission slip for his trip to the corn maze and then proceeded to be all ungrateful and attitudish yesterday morning when C showed up at the school to sign it and give him money for it on his way to work. 


I woke up this morning dead.to.the.world. Even after the snooze went off for the 3rd time.  I have never been accidentally mistaken as a morning person.  And this morning was exceptionally bad. 


Then I remembered I had the walking field trip which entailed a visit to the town hall where I accidentally went a little postal yesterday and even let a four letter word fly (which I swear I never ever do in public).  Really.  But that's a story I'll save for another day. I kept the biotch in the box today so it's all good.


The trip pretty much went off without a hitch and all kids returned with us safely to the school.  Unless you count the two who came down with the stomach bug that has been running rampant throughout the school for the past few days.


I have to hand it to that teacher.  She was prepared for anything.  At the first sign of stomach distress, she whipped that paper and cell phone out of her little black bag and had those parents on the way in a flash telling them where to meet us to pick up their sick child.


When we got back to the school, there was only a little over an hour left and the kids were just going to play so I signed Dray out and as we were leaving I saw Dev's 6th grade field trip buses pull in so I, like the good, kind and considerate mother that I am, went back in the school to sign him out so he didn't have to wait and ride the bus home. 


We met him in the hall as they were coming in the door and the little s**t  pretended not to see us.  I called out to him but he sped up.  When we reached his classroom at the end of the hallway where all the kids were waiting on the teacher to come unlock the door, he tells me to go!


 "No. Stop!" he mumbled at me.


 I say, "I already signed you out. Do you want to go?"


He nods Yes but motions in disgust for us to go where he can't see us again. 


I threaten to leave and let him ride the bus (knowing full well I'm not gonna do that cause I already signed him out) and he was perfectly cool with that.   In fact, he was more than cool with that as long as I got out of his sight as quickly as possible.


I walked down the hall and met his teacher coming my way.  I explained to her that I had already signed him out but that he wouldn't let me stand with him.  She gave me a little snicker and said, "I'm so sorry!"


26 hours of labor followed by a c-section and this is the kind of thanks I get!


Where did my sweet little "I Love you more, Mommy!" boy go and when, exactly, did I become this style cramping old lady? WTH?  He's 11.  I didn't expect this kind of treatment for at least another 2 years.

I think for paybacks I should tag an old pic of him and his old pal Barney on facebook.  Or, I could just make him ride with me the next time I feel I may accidentally go postal at the town hall. 

MuaHaHaHa!!!

Y'all have a great weekend!