Before I left for my (brief, more-time-on-planes-than-on-the-ground) trip to California (for all of one day at the Mom 2.0 Summit), I had a LOT of shit to get done. Important shit. Like this:
My track record for chaperoning field trips in horrible weather remains almost impeccable. If there's an outdoor activity planned, the temperature will inexplicably drop 20 degrees that day. If there's a hayride involved, it's going to rain, so prepare yourself for a damp butt.
I was supposed to chaperone Noah's fourth-grade field trip to Annapolis that morning, before realizing I was double-booked. Triple booked, actually, because Ezra had a doctor's appointment to get his hearing re-checked, so Jason had to cover that one, right before I bailed on him for the next two days. Whoops.
So yeah. Ezra recently failed a hearing screen at school. Just like he failed a hearing screen back in preschool. That time a follow-up revealed nothing out of the ordinary, and the doctor suggested that he was just too little to understand the testing instructions. This time the follow-up revealed that his eardrums are misshapen. That's usually is the result of chronic ear infections or allergies, neither of which really applies to Ezra. Unless he's had like, stealth ear infections that he didn't complain about. Which: Maybe? I don't know. Ezra's always been more of our chronic stomach bug kid, and Noah had the ear infections. (He's passed multiple hearing screens with flying colors) Also: My kid not complaining about something? Seems unlikely.
Either way, we're in wait-and-see mode for a few months before he goes back for a re-check. In the meantime I'm suddenly aware of how much of the EZRA! EZRA! EZRA!-related yelling I do might be tied to the fact that my kid can't hear me.
So that's just another great thing going on. Now back to the travel-related fallout.
Before I left for the airport post-field trip, I went over the next day's mundane list of reminders with Jason. Ike stays for lunch on Fridays, so don't forget to pack something for him. Noah needs to bring his recorder for music, he forgets ALL THE TIME and it's impacting his grade. Ezra needs to return his library book AND his homework packet, he forgets ALL THE TIME and it's impacting his grade.
After I landed I texted J to let him know I arrived, followed by: LUNCH. RECORDER. LIBRARY BOOK. HOMEWORK. Also maybe something about loving him, but that wasn't the important one.
I woke up in beautiful California the next day to a string of texts revealing that nothing on that list happened, and everybody went off to school missing an important part of their day. (To be fair, he'd woken up to a major work crisis that threw the whole morning off.)
I asked him how Noah's field trip went and he told me to check my email, where there was a report from his teacher about Noah's behavior. Which was not good. Like not listening to teachers or tour guide not-good. Not staying with the group not-good. Literally running out into traffic not-good.
As the litany of things forgotten and things in minor-to-major crisis went on, I finally was like YOU KNOW WHAT ENOUGH ABOUT ALL THIS HOW'S THE DOGGGGGGG?
He's good. Beau is good.
Okay then. Because otherwise I might have just gotten right back on the airplane and gone home.
And that would have been a bummer.
(I left all of 24 hours later, but can you blame me? I was clearly needed elsewhere.)