Thursday, January 31, 2008

yer gonna give me a heart attack kid!

My son is prone to giving me fits...I swear, he thrives on it...or perhaps it's just the way of children...I seem to recall being a bit challenging when I was his age...*smirk*

It is my custom to call him after 3:30 pm just to make sure he got home ok. He's old enough now that he can be alone after school for a couple hours 'til I get off work. He enjoys the responsibility...and it has done wonders for his confidence as well. On Wednesday's though, I have class in the evening so I have a sitter that will pick him up on her way home from her job and take him home with her 'til I'm done school.

For half an hour straight I tried calling him...to no avail. I called the school to see if he'd been kept behind for some reason, but no. I called his dad to see if he'd gone there instead, but no. I called the sitter on her cell phone and she was on her way to the house but still a ways away so no help yet. In between these other calls I was calling the house again and again and was getting quite frantic stuck here at work, feeling extremely helpless. I called his father again (who drives me NUTS I tell you...I was stuck across town and he was so fucking laid back about shit like this...'oh he's probably just outside with the dog or something'...)

FINALLY - dufus calls me at work - Ben's fine. He couldn't get in the house because the lock was frozen and he couldn't get in. He was quite chilled by the time Nancy got there to pick him up despite being bundled up in his coat. It's been extremely frigid in these parts these past couple days and we'd had some rain on warmer days previous to the extreme cold snap.

So, I get off the phone with my ex and I start bawlin'...my co-worker says go take a walk and breathe...he's ok now Mom...

He knows now, that if something like that ever happens again he's to go to his dad's house which is only a couple blocks from our house.

When I picked him up after class, I told him "I was SO worried about you!" and right away he says "it wasn't my fault!!"...lol

God I love that kid!

1 comment:

Christine said...

I've had a few of those moments, too. I think we're pre-programmed as mothers not to kill them under such circumstances - it's a by-product of some strange hormone that comes with the relief of finding out they're alive.