I have to get up in four hours. So, why, you ask, am I up posting?
Because my son is not home from school yet!
We’re taking Ivyboy to St. Augustine Saturday for a Flagler College open house. It’s about a two hour drive, we have to be there at eight, so we figure we leave at 5:30am, which means I need to get up at 4:30am.
Except today, after school, was Ivyboy’s first track meet. It was an away game, and if his little sister’s track meets were any indication, he’d be home by 8p or 9p.
I’m lying in bed at 8:30pm, visions of car crashes and kidnappings dancing in my head because he’s not home yet, so I drive to the school (literally right around the corner) to see what’s going on.
One of the teachers says they won’t be home before 10p. Wow, says I, going home and leaving it to Ivylad to drive up to get him so I can go to bed.
I bolt awake at 12:15a. No Ivyboy, and now, no Ivylad, who is not answering his cell phone.
I get dressed and rush up to the school, where Ivylad is sitting in the car joined by a few other parents in parked cars. Apparently, they had 19 schools show up at this meet, so they wouldn’t be home before midnight. (Ivylad’s cell phone was in the car I was driving, which is why he didn’t answer it.)
It’s not a final track meet! It’s the start of the season! Who the hell organized this mess?
I’m going to bed. Fortunately everyone else can sleep in the car on the way up.