Stuff.

So, this morning, I got a call that every mama dreads. The one saying “Mom, come to pick me up, the teacher wants to talk to you.” Crap! The child in question was The Boy. The teacher in question, Hendy, the Choir teacher. Other things happening today – end of quarter grades and eligibility checks for those going to Europe.

Can you SEE where my mind went INSTANTLY? Yup. “If he’s ineligible and doesn’t get to go there will be BLOOD SHED, I SWEAR IT!” Exactly. So, I hopped in the shower, got dressed, and stepped outside. And realized that with a Sick Pup for the past two days I hadn’t given any thought to HOW MUCH SNOW we’d gotten. Holy white stuff, snowman! Think I’m kidding? HA!

Anyway. I brushed off the car and hopped in and headed to the school. The boy looked kinda nervous. I was too. I asked if he was in trouble – and he said he didn’t *think* so. Oh THAT was encouraging!

Then, we got into the choir room, and Hendy kicked everyone out. Everyone. So it was just us. Gulp.

So, me being a smart ass, said “we having fun yet?” and when hendy said yes, I followed with “we gonna still be having fun in 30 seconds or so?” and when she said yes, I relaxed. A little.

Turns out, that someone had donated some new clothes and shoes and toiletries for the trip to Europe! NICE clothes! Brand new, tags still on them, and shoes made for walking and and and… just. Yeah. Amazingly generous! Hendy also bought his Choir sweatshirt for him. And someone got him a gift certificate to get his hair cut before he leaves too.

My son hugged his teacher. Hell, so did I.

I admitted I’d thought she was gonna tell me he was failing something, and she smirked “Yup. He’s failing choir. Everyone is. Specially the Europe kids.” She was, of course, joking – hardly anyone actually fails choir, and the boy has an A. And his lowest grade? a D – but it’s THIS CLOSE to being a C. It’s his best year yet, and he’s proved he can put the work in and really succeed. And I shall remember it for the rest of high school, oh yes indeed.

So! Panic over, big happy stuff. Yay!

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Practice for the reader’s night? Not so fun. Raced there, went first, because I had to get to the girl’s band fundraiser. Made it to the last line, and totally broke down. I don’t know if I’ll be able to do it Saturday night. There were only 12 people there for chrissakes, and I couldn’t read well at all. And then started to think about the actual story, and tears and christ. I hate speaking in public. Only thing worse is actually tearing up in public. Mom may have to rescue me at the Reading Saturday night. At least she’ll be prepared for it. heh.

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And last but not least? Tonight at the band fundraiser where the girl pretended to be camera shy, and also played beautifully

Some of her friends were parading around in outfits I just KNEW had the future preteen/teenage pup written all over it. Especially if TBF has *anything* to do with it.

Oh yeah. I’m *totally* screwed. *L*