Another week that I am quite glad to see the back end of, to be precise; it was entirely too full of trauma, drama, & just plain over-schedulingness to be enjoyable.
Monday ended up being a real corker. Sam had his second driving lesson at 8:30 am, & at 7:15 am, he remembered that he hadn’t retrieved his driver’s permit from his dad’s car (after eleventy-million reminders that he should not leave it in any of our cars, but carry it in his wallet, but what do I know- I’m only a 45 yo adult, while he’s a 17 yo expert-on-every-subject-under-discussion.)
The car parked a mile away at the commuter lot.
The car for which I don’t have a key (a long, uninteresting story, but soon to be remedied)
My son’s solution?
I should drive 35 miles- in Monday morning commute traffic- to where Dad gets off the bus, obtain the key from him, & haul arse back home before the instructor arrives to pick him up.
Mom’s solution? When the trainer arrives, Sam goes out to explain the foul up, reschedule for another day, & pony up a $45.00 missed lesson fee. Ka-ching! He’s pouting over how “unfair” that is, but I told him tough cookies- it wasn’t my fault he wasn’t prepared & it’s cheaper than a ticket for driving without a license.
The meet-up with the Manteca Monday Madness group went smoothly, although I could only stay for an hour; nice group of ladies & I look forward to going again, but I know it won’t be a weekly occurrence.
Tuesday was a short workday, since Sam had an appointment with his new dentist. Chris’ work changed insurance carriers a few months back & our current dental office isn’t on the approved list, so the guys are off to the new one. I, on the other hand, am covered by my company’s plan as well, so I’m staying right where I am; I’d switch us all, but my plan is much more expensive for the three of us.
We spent an 1 ½ hours there, filling out paperwork & Sam having the full work up- exam, x-rays, & cleaning; the verdict was positive- no cavities, good dental hygiene practice, but he’s going to need his wisdom teeth out. I was expecting that would be the case at some point & was glad they want to do it now; I was 25 before I had mine out, & my bottom teeth had already been pushed out of alignment. The good news is that we don’t have to schlep over to another town for the oral surgeon- he works out of this office once a week- & all appointments are on Saturday, so Sam won’t miss any school. Bad news is we have to wait 6 to 8 weeks for the authorization from the insurance company & I won’t know what the co-pays are until I get the letter.
Wednesday was senior yearbook portraits.
I was fine with the fake tuxedo, all the talk about his plans after graduation, the comments about how tall he is & his resemblance to Tom Cruise (I don’t see it)- but when she put the cap & gown on him…
I don’t want to talk about it.
We got news Wednesday evening that a friend from church lost his battle with pancreatic cancer, only 6 weeks after diagnosis. His chains have been broken & he’s been set free, but we are going to miss his happy face, his big bear hugs, & his joyful greetings every week.
That’s it for now- I really need to get some work done today, since I’ll be taking early twice this week- the funeral is Wednesday & Sam has a dermatology appointment Thursday. I’ll leave you with an image from The Rose Garden in Portland, OR