Tap-dancer, mother of the Climber (15) & the Cherub (12), and girlfriend of Mr. Fixit.
Thursday, October 07, 2010
Climber went off on the bus on Wednesday morning to his School Camp with all the other Grade 3s and 4s. I pinned the Camp Information Notice on the kitchen noticeboard -as a reminder- weeks and weeks ago, I signed all the slips, I paid all the money, I made sure all the clothes he'd need were clean and dry and put away over the weekend, I sorted through all the available shoes so that I could find 2 pairs that fit him which didn't have holes in them (not as easy as it sounds), I got Climber together with the pile of necessary items, a suitcase and a laundry marking pen two days before he had to leave, and he and I did a preliminary pack together, including laying aside the clothes he'd wear on the day. All items labeled, all items checked off, or circled if needing follow-up.
And then, on Tuesday night, the last night before Camp, having done all that and everything as ready as can be, I said to Fixit, just as I was about to fly out the door to teach: you need to check the kids for nits and find Climber a torch that works.
At which point I was accused of always leaving everything to the last minute, which meant there was never any margin for error. I don't think he understands that it's just a case of me knowing my so-called margins. Fixit is absolutely the sort of person who would have at least one working torch, and also the sort of person who would know where to find said working torch immediately. (He knows where everything is in his shed.) I don't need to give him any advance notice of this sort of thing. Plus, even if by some complete unlikely mishap, like, say, an asteroid hit Fixit's shed, and Fixit Couldn't actually Find A Torch, I still had my pretty purple handbag torch as a grudging back-up. I have to tell you that I resented that comment, and also that I told him as much.
The fact that I left it until today, the day before Fixit's birthday, to go present shopping for him, is COMPLETELY IRRELEVANT. There will be items that he likes wrapped in paper and adorned with cards, served with cake on the day, and nobody needs to say anything about margins or last minutes.
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