It's been a long time since I've updated my blog, but I had to find the time for this.
School has started.... Yeah! And bummer!!! (I miss the help). I'm dropping off my big Jr High Student to his 3rd day of 7th grade yesterday. I have pulled on my sweats and a t-shirt (no bra). I have no makeup my hair is sticking out of my slept-in ponytail. I pull up to the front entrance of the school and as Tanner jumps out of the car, I glance over to see him walking away. I look at him and think.... "Are his pants on backwards?????" I start to call him back to the car and he slides into the front door of the main entrance of the school. My brain starts racing, "were they on backwards???? I think they were on backwards??? Should I run in and get him??? There are 8 cars in back of me waiting to drop off their kids??? I have to bra, I have to makeup... what do I do to save my kid from endless ridicule.... OH KNOW, HIS PANTS ARE ON BACKWARDS!"
I remember the days of Jr. High. All it takes is one little thing and that's it! Your labeled with "whatever" and it follows you all through high school. And my kid was now the "Backwards pants kid". It would be worse if I ran in after him and left my 6 month old in the car? Then it would bring attention to his pants because everyone would turn and look at the crazy mom running in the school waving her arms yelling "TAAANNNNERRRR" All the other students would stop what they were doing and think "Who's this kid Tanner... oh look his pants are on backwards"
I race home to tell my husband who's still home with the sleeping 21 month old. He thinks I'm overreacting. He tells me "He'll figure it out". I'm so afraid that someone else will figure it out before he does." I have that awful feeling in my stomach of wanting to do something, but can't.
So, my plan... I race to get dressed and wake up Ella and head to his school. I'm going to pull him out of class and tell him to fix his pants. I'll say that he has a dentist appointment or something. I'm off with my double stroller, diaper bag, and sippy cups to Brown Jr. High.
Because it was so early in the school day, the aid who delivers the slips of paper to get a student out of class wasn't there yet, so the Vice Principal volunteered to get him for me. (Can you see that I was making a bad situation worse). As Tanner starts walking toward the office I glance down and see that his pants really aren't on backwards.
We walk out of the school and had a good laugh. I took him for a for a hearty, grease filled, diabetes onsetting, sugar breakfast at McDonald's.
Yes, I'm a dipstick!
