I’m sitting on the cold, hard floor of the hallway outside Wonder Boy’s pre-K classroom. And I’ve been on hold with DirecTV for at least 15 minutes.
See, Wonder Boy’s only here for an hour today (starts full days tomorrow), so I thought I’d be more productive (and save gas) if I just waited here and got a few things done. So much for thinking.
[Wait … finally a real person … this is why I hate the telephone … after all the time waiting, now the dude won’t listen to me when I say what we want …. keeps wanting to “just let me know” what they can offer … ugh. Finally, I had to say, “Look, I understand what you’re offering but I was on hold for more than 15 minutes and really just want this call to be over.” That did it. Total call time: 22 minutes 42 second. To cancel 2 channels. Sheesh. I’m generally happy with DirecTV, but lordy I wish I could do everything online.]
So now I’ve had enough of the to-list; I’ll just write for the remainder of my wait here in the hallway.
I just heard Wonder Boy’s teacher telling this hour’s small group that when walking in the hallway, they should have “a finger on their lip and hand on their hip.” The cynic in me thought “yeah, right,” but I was impressed to see the group of five 4-year-olds doing just what she said … almost to the end of the hallway. Heck, longer than 2 steps is impressive to me. Hmph, what’s that say about my kids? Or my parenting skills? Oh well.
And now one of the teachers just offered me a chair. I always did like school.
That’s something I’m pretty sure I passed on to my kids. The Girl and Boy Genius started today, 5th and 3rd grades, respectively. Even though I’d said we weren’t leaving the house until 7:30 a.m., they both were completely ready (including shoes, which is often a subject of debate) and had eaten breakfast before 7 a.m. Good thing, too, since it turns out 7:30 is not a good time to leave the house. I decided to take the Girl first, to middle school, and was met with a drop-off line that extended out of the parking lot and onto the road for at least a mile. By the time I was finally able to drop her off and get Boy Genius to school, he was 15 minutes late. On the first day of school. I am mother of the year. Thank goodness they don’t issue tardies the first week.
We’ll be leaving the house earlier tomorrow and probably taking the boys first, too. Lesson learned, hopefully; good thing we all like school.