Thursday, March 22, 2012

Hookey Schmookey

We were planning to play hookey tomorrow.

Me and my girl.

But as Marsha Brady once said, "Something suddenly came up."

The kid doesn't want to miss school.

What she said: There's a "really special assembly tomorrow and I really don't want to miss it."
What I heard: "Mom, you suck. I'd rather spend time at the mill than be with you."

I know that's not what she meant.

But dammit if I wasn't looking forward to the day off.

And really? MY KID WANTS to go to SCHOOL? Have I not taught ANYthing?

I've failed as a parent.


  1. Well, maybe not so bad. So, play hookey by yourself.

    1. I could have. But didn't. I needed to be at work anyway. We've rescheduled!

  2. Oh, Janet, I hear things like that, too. All.the.time! (One aspect of dealing with my depression is learning to re-train my hearing. Er, what I think I hear.)
    What if she meant, "Awwww! This is a hard choice. I know it would be fun to play hookey with you, but I also know this assembly is going to be fun. I want to be with you, but I want to be at school, too? I wonder if we could re-schedule hookey for one of the many other days when school is going to be boring." Maybe? *wink*
    You are not a failure, Janet. Please repeat that to yourself about twenty times.
    Love you!

    1. Thanks friend. We did reschedule. In April. After NYS testing is over and my work load calms down. It all worked out for the better.

      You are so kind. Thank you for your support.


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