It’s stealthy. She is trying to give me a heart attack so no one will know it was a homicide. She is a clever, clever girl.
Yesterday I went to my daughter’s school to get Lilo and Stitch. There is a line you drive through and there is a teacher in charge and the principal helps out and it’s all very safe for the car-riders to be picked up. Well, when it’s my turn there is ONLY STITCH ready to get in the car. Stitch had worry-face because she didn’t know where her sister was either.
Needless to say, I immediately pulled into a parking spot and got out, Spock and Stitch in tow, to inquire as to the whereabouts of my eldest child.
By the time I walked up (13 seconds maybe) the principal was on the walky-talky with every teacher requesting information on Lilo stat. It came in about 5 seconds later that Lilo had gone to girl scouts, which is held in the school right after classes are over.
Now, I am fine as wine with Lilo being a girl scout; that wasn’t a problem. I am merely unhappy when I have no fokking clue she has gone to a meeting that I didn’t even know about. That’s the kind of thing that stresses me out just a tad.
The point is that for the roughly 20 seconds I didn’t know where Lilo was I felt like my intestines had turned into ice water and my spine had turned into an electric eel. There was nothing in my world but a dark and endless hell of fear that was getting ready to suck me in and destroy me. It. Was. Awful.
If she keeps scaring me like this it is going to cause me to have broken heart syndrome and I will be toast. She will then be able to get a stepmom whom she will bully and who will allow her to wear skanky clothes and date at 14. I know a plot when I see one.
I went to the girl scout meeting, explained to Lilo she had scared 10 years off my life, ascertained that she had no suitable snack available and that her blood sugar had dropped and she was on the edge of a meltdown, so I took her home with forms to fill out and promises that she could start next week and I would pack her and extra snack. Lilo was teary but brave about leaving and came home with no fuss.
All’s well that ends well. Except for the fact that my hands won’t stop shaking and now I have to go get my hair colored today because 4 inches of it turned white, that is. But other than that it’s all good.
Been there, done that. We wound up making a rule that if you hadn’t talked to mom or dad about it first, you have to come home. When they got older they wheedled the office people into letting them call me at home. And then there was high school and cell phones….
On the plus side, though, sounds like you have your daughters in an EXCELLENT school, given the rapid response. Glad you found her & got everything straightened out & that there was no danger. And hey! Hair appointment = pampering = awesome! Just hold back some of Lilo’s allowance to pay the tip, as part of her contribution to your ongoing de-stressification. ;=)
Not to be the voice of doom or anything, (cue scary music) but it gets worse. I’m looking at a girl who is about to get a drivers license. No wonder my eye keeps twitching uncontrollably.
That’s when Sweet Babou and I plan to turn to heroin.
Wrong drug. You’re looking for valium at that point.
gah! i got goosebumps reading this how did you not melt the fokk down?
You know the jitters right before the major hysteria? Everyone saw it. Just 5 seconds more …
Did I ever tell you about my first day of kindergarten? We had just moved to Iowa a few weeks before. Mom and Dad took me to the school and we saw my classroom and met the Principle. I was seriously prepared for my first day of school. So I’m on the bus, and the bus stops at a school that does not look like my school. My school was a single story, but this one was two or three floors. But as a pretty smart 5 year old, I knew that a building could *look* like it was only one floor on one side, but on the other you could see more than one floor. (The house we’d just moved into was like that.) So I asked one of the other kids if this was Fisher Elementary school, and she said yes. So I got off the bus. But when I got inside, I couldn’t find my classroom. So I stopped and asked a teacher where my classroom was. Which was when we all found out that I was supposed to be at the public elementary school, but I’d gotten off the bus at the parochial school instead. There was a parent who’d been chatting with the teacher after dropping off her kid, and she volunteered to take me to the right place. So the teacher sent me with a complete stranger (to me, apparently the teacher knew the mom pretty well) to drive me to the right school.
Mom was understandably frantic when I finally got to the right place and they called her to tell her what happened. She volunteered to come pick me up, but they were like, “meh. Up to you, but she doesn’t seem upset or anything.” So she left me in school for the day, and met me the minute the bus dropped me off at home. She’d aged about 10 years, but I was full of stories about going to “St Charlie’s” by mistake. (It was really St. Joseph’s or something. More than 30 years later and I *still* hear about that one.)
With the perspective of an adult, it’s mind boggling that a school would just send a kid off with a stranger like that. But this was 30 years ago, in a small town in Iowa, and the adults knew each other pretty well. So maybe it didn’t seem so strange to them. Maybe if I’d been upset about it, they would have handled it differently. I was a pretty “roll with the punches” kind of kid. But the adult me cringes at all the things that could have happened.
Or, you know, I met the Principal. Oy.
I got it :0)
My mother in law was supposed to pick up my 6 year old daughter at the bus stop which was half a mile from home. This was the day of no cell phones. I was supposed to be an hour behind them but luckily I got off work 45 minutes early. I arrived at the bus stop fifteen minutes after she was dropped off, to find my crying, terrified little girl alone and cringing behind a tree at the bus stop because my mother-in-law, (nice but terminally self-involved) forgot. Needless to say me and the mil didn’t speak for a while.
Even back in those days a bus driver should never have dropped her off with no one to pick her up. I spoke with her and I doubt she ever did that again.
Broken hearts of mothers must mend back stronger otherwise I don’t know how we would function. Sorry Lilo scared you. Glad you’re both okay.