On Monday the teacher mentioned that Thursday was baking day at school and all the kids were invited, even the Monday, Wed and Friday kids. Because I had already arranged to go to the Geek Girls lunch (which was very, very nice btw), I asked Marko to fetch them from school. First time he has done so. Which made me VERY nervous. (Anal / sensory / anxious part of me gets very nervous when things out of the ordinary happen. Must Not Deviate from The Plan. EVER.)
Because Marko had never been to the school before, I insisted we drive past the school the night before. “There is the school. This is where you park, and here is where you wait…”
I’ve been sending him reminders the whole week: Do NOT be late. Make sure you are waiting outside the gate at 12:05pm SHARP. The gates will open at 12:10pm, and you need to be right there, among the first to enter the school. (All the kids wait on their chairs for their moms or dads to fetch them, and it is very distressing for them if their moms are late) I told the kids in the morning that their dad was going to fetch them and how exciting it would be.
I reminded him via email, text message and telephone. I called him on the way there to make sure he
was on his way (Oh my word, I am VERY painful). Totally unnecessary of course, as Marko is exceptionally reliable and as
anal punctual as I am. I told him
to call me once he had dropped them off at home to let me know how it went.
And I waited, and waited and eventually at 2, I couldn’t stand it anymore. I called him, “so! How did it go!” Fine, he says. “Well, what did they say? Were they excited? How did it go?” It went fine, he replies.
FINE? Fine? It is like getting blood out of a bloody stone! I want to know everything. What he thought, how he felt, what he thought of the school, what he thought of the other mothers, what the teacher said, what the kids said, how they were….. It’s a big thing after all! The first time he has fetched his little babies from SCHOOL! “Fine, everything was fine.”
Aarrgghh! It is amazing how something can be so significant to me and so run of the mill to Marko. And how he is SO bad with telling me stuff. I have to DRAG things out of him. How was your day? ‘Fine’. What did they say at work about XYZ? ‘Not much’.
You know, I am not expecting a 1000 word essay here, but you know, give me something! A few adjectives and a sentence with more than two words would be nice.
(If it was me, I would have set the scene, included various descriptions of how I was feeling, how the kids reacted, what they said, who was crying, if anyone, what I thought of the teacher, the school, what time I arrived, who I spoke to etc etc etc. I also probably would have been able to give a brief bio of at least 8 moms, including how many children they have, ages, what they do, how long they have been married, what their husbands do, where they went to school etc.)
Can you imagine if Marko had a blog! “The kids went to school for the first time today. It went fine. The end”
Men! Can’t live with them, can’t kill the little bastards without getting jail time.