I teach. Not the most flexible of schedules. Regardless, as a parent I will never complain about the schedule. I am there teaching during school hours and guess what my kids are in school too! I am unequivocally blessed that my oldest two go to school with me everyday. Actually most recently, they have taken to sleeping in an extra 30 minutes and riding the bus to school…but they are there with me and I have access. I can visit them in the clinic if they are sick (this past Monday). So I can see if they are big fakers basically. They stop by room for hugs, food, to grump at me for some odd ailment which is always my fault, or to ask me to take them and a friend somewhere after school. Not to mention, I get to see their award shows, go on field trips, know their friends, and basically watch them be middle schoolers when they don’t know I am watching. I get to see them in a different light than I normally do.
Nevertheless….occasionally life blurts right in the middle of work. Mama, I forgot my flute…can you go get it? Nope! How about, Mama I forgot my lunch. and btw I refuse to buy one, so what did you bring? Or awful guilt laden tears that they feel miserable and I am the worst mother ever for making them stay in school. Those moments….yep still a blessing.
And often funny, it blurts out unexpected. Sitting in a meeting after school, my phone starts blowing up with texts. At first its “Can I walk to Starbucks?” Or simply “I’m home.” Today, it quickly turned into A Rash and Need Lotion Emergency. One of my lovelys was having an allergic reaction to an over-the-counter drug she recently started. First, I needed to determine the specifics of the rash. The itching intensity, degree of redness, relative volume of the bumps, and general whereabouts. In short, I needed a barometer of distress. It seemed fixable from afar with allergy meds and lotion. Easy enough. Meeting continues.
But wait Mama, she needs anti-itch meds and so what are those exactly? Furthermore, we are not the most organized. So, I swear I saw it on the top shelf, linen closet, box on the right not two nights ago. Guess what? It’s not. So…..texting continues….What does it look like? Where else could it be? What else do we have? The barrage of texting seems to go on for ages. At some point, I blurted out, “sorry about my phone we are apparently having an rash emergency at home.” Awkward faces ensue. A cringe. Oh, was that not what you were expecting? Sorry, life just interrupted work. (I forget–I’m Mama, and not everyone is a mama. And the words “rash” and/or “emergency” offer multiple alarms. WOOPS). It rarely happens. On the other hand, when it does, what better place than a school.