My niece lives in what is known as The Sunshine State, except this week and all during my short 4 day visit, it has been and is expected to continue to rain sideways. Tomorrow, when I leave, temperatures are expected to hit close to 90 here.
Since I'll be missing Jeffrey's preschool event, I went to the rehearsal today and took pictures. I will be packing the camera to take on my trip, so I'll be relying on the parents of Jeffrey's classmates to take some pictures of him in my absence. Imagine imposing that on them if we didn't have digital cameras?
After the rehearsal, we went to Mack's for ice cream.
So the last time I flew was in July of 2001. I plan to just take a carry-on bag, but now I'm wondering if it will be more of a hassle purposely packing or not packing what will not be allowed on the plane. Thank God I'm not a high maintenance person and that my sister would surely urge me to use whatever toiletry items they have to avoid having to check luggage and visit the baggage claim area upon my arrival. What are the guidelines? No more than 6 oz. in a zip-lock bag? No liquids? Maybe I should just check the carry-on. I mean, will they really think the personalized beach stone I have packed between the graduation throw blanket for Jordan is going to be used as a deadly weapon?
I'm not worried about it. I suppose I can decide when I get to the airport. See what kind of mood the authorities are in and see if I should take my chances or just check the bag. Besides, I have too much other stuff crowding my mind to have to worry about how to pack my bag.
The end of the school year is approaching, and that means teachers' gifts. I am always grateful for the room mothers who offer to take monetary donations to put towards a gift for the teachers because then it's one less thing I have to worry about. I got an e-mail from Mrs. Jones and gave Christopher an envelope to give to her son at school today. To verify that she should expect, I e-mailed her to let her know to look for it in her son's backpack. She e-mailed me back to tell me I must have had the wrong Jones because she didn't have a son named Evan, but a son named Owen who was in Joey's class, but if I wanted to give her the money today at Mack's, she'd be there.
I wondered what Evan's mom would think when he got home and handed her an envelope with $10. Thankfully, Christopher had his phone number, so I called and left her a message. I probably sounded like a complete idiot and she probably had a good laugh. Couldn't I keep my kids' classes straight and who was the room mom for each? And did I even know that Mrs. Jones had one son in Joey's first grade class and another preschooler in Jeffrey's? No, and do you know why? Because I was not one of the moms who had time to chat when I dropped Jeffrey off for school, nor did I join him for field trips to the fire and police stations. Because most of Jeffrey's classmates are the oldest of their siblings while he is the youngest and I've been there and done that three times already, and where I didn't work before, I am working now and was always rushing to clock a couple of hours while I could.
Do I even have time to fly this coop for 4 days? Hell, no. But I wouldn't miss it for the world and G will get through the weekend looking after the boys on a wing and a prayer while I'm flying high, solo. Solo. Just me. So what if it's raining sideways?
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