Monday, November 9, 2009
Oh dear. I have been called to the principal's office. Let's face it - that's never good. I got a very nice message saying I needed to come to the Six year old's school and meet with her teacher and then the principal.
Try as hard as I may - I can't help feeling I'm in trouble.
I was the good kid in school. OK - let me be more honest about that. I was mostly good and a little bit devious - so I didn't get caught. I never saw the inside of my principal's office in six years of high school. As for grade school - I didn't even know there was a principal.
What can the Six year old have possibly done? As it turns out - not much but some feathers were ruffled and we needed to smooth them. Here's the problem - when I went to see the principal, the Baby had to come with me. In the middle of our conversation she went off to the corner. Uh oh - that can only mean one thing. Maybe not, I thought optimistically. Maybe she just saw something of interest there. Then there was the tell-tale red face and watering eyes. Yup - she was 'processing.'
We were deep in conversation so I didn't want to stop. This man's time is valuable and I may not get a chance to speak with him again for several days.
Then the odor hit my nose. It was a showstopper.
What's a mom to do?
I gamely tried to ignore the mounting pong but within minutes it was all consuming.
I muttered something about needing to change a diaper and the principal very generously commented that he has three children so he understood.
He did however open his window.
We continued our conversation but even with the window open the air became intolerable.
Was it just my imagination or was he turning a little green?
We concluded our chat and we made a hasty exit leaving our noxious memento behind to fade slowly.
Once the nuclear poo was dealt with I sat in the car thinking about the situation.
Once again parenting presents a ridiculous situation within which we need to handle ourselves with grace and eloquence against all odds.
I'm not sure I succeeded but on the upside maybe he'll think twice before calling me into his office again......