Midday Phone Calls from the School.

by , under Mom, personal

I don’t get a lot of calls here at the house. Lots of cold calls from companies looking for construction work, but those are easy enough to fend off. (It’s depressing when you realize that they’re trying to reach elderly people and mostly likely scam them out of money by overcharging them for work- since you wouldn’t reach a working adult during the day by calling their house) Now that we’re in the fall, lots of calls from campaigns.

But very few calls meant for me- and by that, I mean on my cell. This week, I was working (while on the phone with my mom, who has proven to be the one person I can talk to and focus on work simultaneously), when the screen lit up with a call from the Kidlets’ school.

And when you’re a parent, you know that’s never a good thing. Mentally steeling myself for the Little Kidlet having some sort of allergic reaction, I answered. “This is Whitney.”

“Mommy?” It was the Oldest Kidlet, his voice wavering.

“You okay, kiddo?”

“Mommy, you forgot to pack my lunch.”

I ran downstairs, his lunchbox wasn’t there. Looked in the car. It wasn’t there. I distinctly had the memory of jamming it into his backpack…. so I drove over to the school.

Where the Oldest Kidlet was sitting in the nurse’s office and had worked himself into a worried frenzy. So I asked him to walk me through it, and asked the first and most important question- why hadn’t he just bought lunch? (He has an account at the school, we keep it loaded so that he can do that if he wants/needs to)

He didn’t want to answer, and just wanted to find his lunch, so I got a visitor’s pass and went off to search for his lunchbox. We checked his brother’s backpack – nope. We looked in Oldest Kidlet’s backpack. Nyet. And right there, in front of his class, I saw his lunchbox hanging up on the hook right next to where his backpack was.

So I handed it over, sighed, and walked him back to the nurse’s office – he admitted that the only reason he hadn’t bought lunch was because he didn’t remember the PIN they have students enter. The nurse (whose daughter has been in every single class with OK since Kindergarten) just sighed and reminded him that the lunch ladies could look it up and write it down for him.

All in all, it wasn’t an emergency. At the time, I was mostly just annoyed that I’d had to stop working and drive over. But I did realize that I added about 300 steps just walking around the school grounds looking for the lunchbox- which is a good thing.

I can’t be the only parent who’s had to go to school because their child swore they didn’t have their lunch… what’s the weirdest thing you’ve had to go to school to take care of?

  • Tigger

    Kid isn’t in school yet but I HAVE gotten a call from his preschool while he was there that instantly made me panic. It ultimately turned out to be nothing to do with HIM and just a simple request for something, but still. I fear the day when he’s in school and I get a call.