I really enjoy my Thursday mornings. Jonathan is at preschool, and it’s really my only big block of time alone with Ben. I like to go do things, but I also like to come home and veg with the boy. Jonny also goes to preschool on Tuesdays, but Ben’s got physical therapy that morning at 9:15 and I’ve got to have the house clean; it’s not particularly relaxing.
So imagine my dismay when I realize last night (10:30pm) that Jonny’s preschool class has a field trip this morning. At that point I have two options. I could do the right thing and take the two of them to the old folks’ home, or I could use this as a sick day and pretend there is no preschool.
Why do preschools go visit nursing homes anyway? Is it to teach them, at that young age, “Hey, one day you’re going to put me in one of these, pick a good one!”
And another thing. I don’t usually look at those monthly preschool newsletters as thoroughly as I should. So what happens? There’s Mark showing up at 9:07 or so (my usual arrival time) at the preschool door, only to have the teacher tell me “No, Mark, we’re meeting at 10:00 at (fill in the place here).” So what they’ve started doing is telling me about the field trips the day before, to you know, “remind me.” Except it’s usually the first I’m hearing of it. They probably took bets last night on whether I’d forget again.
The first field trip of the year was to the pumpkin patch in October. I still didn’t know anybody, certainly not by sight, except I could recognize one of the teachers. I got to the pumpkin patch 1-2 minutes late, and found the group. We went into the patch and they started passing out plastic bags to the kids for them to put their pumpkins in. They are completely bypassing Jonathan, pretending he’s not there. I think to myself, “This is odd.” I also don’t recognize any of the names of the kids. I looked up at one of the parents and asked, “I’m with the wrong group, huh?” The answer was swift. “Yes, sir, your group is back there.” oho. Isn’t it nice to be around mommies that have it all together?