Boyers out of the box: PANIC

Thursday, May 13, 2010

PANIC

I generally pride myself in remaining calm in most situations, but today I so didn't. I had just gotten home from picking up Rachel and Syd from school and was running around trying to do all the stuff I should have done today instead of shopping with friends. After about 15 minutes I noticed Rachel wasn't around and called for her. She didn't answer and I was a little irritated when I had to go search for her. After looking up and down and everywhere in the house I stepped outside and called for her. No answer. Of course I immediately ran to the pool, no Rachel. I went in the house and ordered Syd to help me find her. We looked everywhere! Closets, under beds, bathrooms, car, maybe she fell asleep somewhere, corners..... nothing. I started to panic after about 20 minutes, did she walk outside and get kidnapped? Did she fall down one of those drains I hate so much, those freaky ones just the right size for a child to slide into? My heart started to pound and I was trying to think of what she was doing the last time I saw her. This is the girl who won't leave my side at play groups, home or anywhere (usually annoying to me). I started praying in my head (you know I'm panicking now). I suddenly thought, would she have walked to the bus stop to look for the kids? No...... I was at a dead run through the neighborhood now, sure she was kidnapped. Just as I got to the bus stop guess who comes around the corner?? It took all my control not to pick her up and scream at her, instead I took her hand, marched her home and had a talk with her in her room that went something like this:

Mom: Rachel, you can't walk to the bus stop alone!

Rachel: Why, I've done it before.

Mom: No you haven't, you scared mommy so much!

Rachel: But I did it before, well I went part of the way.

Mom: No you haven't! You can't ever do that without a big person with you. Say you won't ever do that again!

Rachel: No I can't do that.

Mom: What do you mean you can't do that? Say it!

Rachel: I can't because I might do it.

Mom: Rachel do you know what a kidnapper is?......

And it all went downhill from there.

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Daniel came home from school yesterday and said he was playing on the volleyball team. Apparently in 6th grade you just sign up and they take everyone and split them into groups. Then they just pit them against each other. So, Daniel tells me that he got stuck on a team that was all girls and 2 boys, therefore he knew right off he was going to lose. He was sure that girls sucked at volleyball. They played their first game during advisory and he says he was so surprised because the girls could actually play! They won 72-33! He then told me that he had noticed that the cute girls couldn't play worth crap and the not-cute girls were usually pretty good. His theory on that was that the cute girls spent way too much time worrying about how they looked and not enough time playing volleyball. That he differentiates between the two is a first here. But I can tell we're a long way off from the obsessed stage since he stated the observation like he was postulating a science experiment.

I watched my favorite show, actually my whole families favorite show except Lance, last night, Design Star. Daniel and Thomas were with me and we were loving it. I started to worry a little when I heard one son say, "I don't really think Courtland represented his flower well, I mean where was the structural aspect?" What 11 year old says that??? But then he quieted my fears by saying, "That Nina girl bugs me, I want to punch her in the face." Ahhhh, much better!

The dilema: Do I send Thomas to scouts without his scout shirt or wearing it so wrinkled it's almost unrecognizable? How did that happen you ask? After a 15 minute search for the ever elusive scout shirt and having given up I finally told him to at least get his scout book from the scout drawer in the kitchen. Lo and behold, there smashed in the corner was that stupid shirt. In the drawer???? I think I'll make him wear it with a sign on the back reading: My mom is not responsible for the way I look, I am 9, I am always wrinkled.

The school served breakfast today for all of the student counsel members. Daniel was stoked and even though he was starving, he passed on my breakfast this morning and went hungry. He came home after school and asked, "who gives 5th graders fruit pizza for breakfast?" He was so put out, and this is a kid who really does like fruit. My question is, "who gives 5th graders fruit pizza for breakfast?" Duh.

On the way to preschool Rachel informed me that she now likes the boy in her class that she hasn't liked all year. I asked her why and she said, "Oh, I just do what he tells me to now, and now I like him." I have mixed feelings on this one. How do I tell a 4 year old she is being a door mat? Or is she just learning how to get along with others? In the end I relied on the ole' mommy standby answer, "that's nice honey."

Driving home late last night after taking the kids to Benihana's we were all tired. The car was quiet, not even the radio was on. We pulled up to a red light waiting when a "gansta" car pulled along side us with it's windows rolled down blasting music (you know, the kind where the bass rattles your teeth.) I thought everyone had fallen asleep when I hear Rachel say, "Hey! I like this song!" The entire car was instantly laughing, hysterically. Sydney said, "Rachel you don't know that song!" So we drove on still giggling when I hear Rachel mumble, "I do not think I know that song, but I know I like it." She's my first child to have any rhythm, so much that she can't hold still when anything is playing. She either dances, or at least moves her head to the beat. Gotta get that girl in dance!

Many said it couldn't be, and many said it would take an act of God, but actually all that was needed was time. Time away from travels, commitments, children and any stress..... okay, an act of God. So here we are blogging! Even I am surprised, not really sure how or why but very glad to begin. I'm already going crazy trying to do this with Rachel jabbering in my ear, question after question....she never stops. Lance and I just took an amazing trip last month to Cabo San Lucas and when we got home his parents, who are always so kind to take the kids, their first comment was that Rachel talked them into the ground. They took turns sending her back and forth between them, when one would reach their limit of endless retoric they would tell her to go find the other. I know, one day I will miss it, but today I'm done.

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Thursday, May 13, 2010

PANIC

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