Friday, April 25, 2008

Just My Brand of Crazy

Normally, I'm a jubilant individual on Fridays, that most glorific, beatified day of days. Sitting on the cusp of the weekend, anything is possible from the vantage point of a Friday morning.

Usually.

This morning I sent my 10 year old son out into the world alone.

He went on a field trip to a big city 3 hours away. The bus will have to maneuver a horrid piece of highway known for excessive speeders and bloody accidents.

We went over safety guidelines exhaustively yesterday, but I know it means nothing to a sheltered 10 year old; what point of reference could he have that would give him an understanding of his mother's worries? I wasn't even going to let him go, what with my neurotic fear of charter bus drivers, not to mention the petrifying idea of him being alone in a strange place, but his newly emerged social butterfly insisted it was vital that he attend. So I let him go.

I told my youngest son, the Bohemian, that we would spend the day together, having some one-on-one time. I'm sure we will have a lovely day together, but its going to be hard to really focus on much of anything until the Professor comes home.

And then, the weekend can start.

Did I tell you I was batsa? Yeah I did. You're looking at a tapdancing monkey on the edge right now.

10 comments:

Chanda (aka Bea) said...

Is it actually a charter bus, not a school bus? If it is the charter type bus at least they are less of a rattle trap than your average school bus, and maybe the drivers are better trained. Not helping? I didn't think so.
Im not going to tell you not to worry because I know that is an impossibility. He will be home before you you know it ,and in all his professory glory (is that even a word?).

liv said...

he's probably having the time of his life. your baby will be fine. i hope.

Gypsy said...

God, I love hearing Italian. Err... reading Italian.

I hope the little one has a safe trip and you tap dance back a couple of yards from the edge.

Lara said...

Each trip gets a little easier. :)

And when he gets home and you hug him like you thought he'd never get home, and he rolls his eyes... just be happy because in a few years he may not let you hug him!

maggie, dammit said...

I'm not ready for this. Not ready for this at all.

*ears plugged la la la la la la I can't hear you I can't hear you la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la l
la la la la la
lalalalalalalalal
la!*

Revenant said...

I hope it went well! I have a 10 year old son too!

FairiesNest said...

What a difference time can make...Max just went off to NYC with a school group for a few days and I didn't bat an eye...

woolies said...

this is exactly why when anybody goe son a class trip, I go as a chaperone. Take the day off of work. My 12 year old is on a 2 day trip to the Grand Canyon right now, and my husband went this time. I went on the last one.....
(just stumbled on your blog, and I can so relate!!!)
sara

Ben & Bennie said...

Thanks for the reminder that my daughter starts....(gasp)...MIDDLE SCHOOL THIS FALL!!!

I wonder what my wife will think about stuffing her back into the womb....

woolies said...

hi again, thanks for stopping by! I know your sister! In fact, check my blog tomorrow, I'm going to feature her!
:0)
sara