This is my schedule for today:
6:00 a.m. Wake kid for her first day of school. Make breakfast (grits and eggs) while she dresses and tries not to panic and makes her lunch (peanut butter on my oatmeal bread, an apple, in a brown bag). Asks me several times if she looks all right. Asks me several times what happens if she gets to school and can't remember what to do.
6:50 a.m. Kid leaves for the bus stop. I sit and try not to have a panic attack. This is the very first time my child has ridden a school bus. Previously, she was in private school, which had no bus system, or home schooled. Now, I myself rode a bus for all 12 years of my public school education, so I know I am being ridiculous, but what if, y'all, what if. (I will admit here that I finally broke down and bought my child her own phone, specifically so that I won't have to panic if she is five minutes late getting home from the bus stop. I can just call her and say Where are you have you been kidnapped were you run over are you maybe lost, walking the three blocks from our house to here?)
8:10 a.m. Since the kid must be now be at school, unless she has been kidnapped from the bus stop, I am calming down some.
9:00 a.m. Off to my physician's appointment. I have been avoiding the physician since last November and she will brook no more. Since I need refills on all my meds, I capitulate. I am fine, I have lost several pounds (no doubt due to the excessive stress of the past few months), and she even gives me some nice migraine medication. Yay!
11:00 a.m. To the grocery, to stock up so that Dr. Skull and the kid can eat while I am gone. Pick up prescriptions.
12:00-3:00 p.m. I pack, and then attempt to write something.
3:30 p.m. I begin fretting. If the kid has not returned by 3:40, I will begin pacing up and down outside the house. I am not EVEN kidding.
3:30-5:00 p.m. Discuss with kid her first day of school, possibly eat a light meal.
5:00 p.m. To the airport.
6:55 p.m. My plane leaves for New Orleans, with a stop over in Dallas-Fort Worth
11:55 p.m. (let us hope) Arrival in New Orleans. I am honor-bound to find a way to leave a FB message for my kid saying I have arrived alive. Maybe the airport has Wifi? We can but hope.
Rest of the week: Tuesday is Mike's funeral. Wednesday I fly home again. Thursday I start teaching (three days late, but since I'm on a T-R schedule this semester I'll really only have missed one day of teaching.)
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