Back story: My daughter hurt her knee. She was in enough pain to warrant using my
knee brace. She asked me, begged really,
to write her a note for P.E., so she wouldn’t have to run. I agreed and wrote the note. I also should share that I’ve been experiencing
some issues with focus. I kept ending up
down the rabbit hole, damn emails, web news and the like.
I really, really, really had to keep bringing myself back to writing this damn
note - like steering a semi without power steering. Anyway, I completed my task and left the note on the
kitchen table.
Fast forward to the
next day, the next evening really. I
call home every night just to let Ray know I’m getting on my bus. Lorren picks up the phone:
Me: Hey Baby!
Lorren: Hi Mom, how
was your day?
Me: It was OK.
I’m on the bus. Tell Daddy, OK?
Lorren: OK. I will.
Me: How was your day? How was gym?
Did your teacher let you sit it out?
Lorren: Um no,
well. I didn't have to do anything.
Me: So, the note
was OK?
Lorren: I didn't have the note.
Me: What do you
mean? I left it for you on the kitchen table.
Lorren: I know, but
I couldn't find it by the time I got to gym.
(Gym is her last
period).
Me: The teacher let you sit out, without a note?
Lorren: She said I could bring her a note tomorrow.
Holy shit. I have to write another note!?!?
Later that same night. I tell Ray this story. He saw her put the note in her pocket.
Later that same night. I tell Ray this story. He saw her put the note in her pocket.
