I still dream from time to time about college. It’s seldom a dream of the good old days. Usually, the dream consists of me suddenly remembering, far too late, that there was a lab part of a class that I simply forgot to go to.
Fast forward to my real, right now, life. I show up to get the goose from play rehearsal. As she slips into the car, I see that she is close to weeping.
“What’s wrong”‘ I ask.
“I just realized that there is a whole book that I need to have read by tomorrow. I haven’t even started it. Nobody reminded me. There’s no way I will get it all done. I just want to die.” she says, with tears rolling down her face.
I remember that panic. I set about figuring out how we can do this. She has a volleyball game in 2 hours. If I get her up and drive her to school, we just may be able to get it all in. Of course she has other homework too.
I know what you’re thinking, I should have taken her straight home and skipped the game. I was trying to teach her responsibility. She had committed to playing and with and without her, her team would be 1 man down.
We look each other in the eye. We’ve got this. The plan is solid. She gets 50 pages in before the game. With another hour after the game and some time in the morning after her other school work, she will have made a serious dent in the book.
…or so I thought
As I look lovingly at my cup of coffee, it’s 6:15 afreakingm the goose slips into her seat at the island. Ready,I think, to jump in with both feet to execute the maniacal war against homework. I look at her face. This is not the determined face of the girl I know. It’s red and puffy and tear streaked.
“it’s ok baby, I know it’s (insanely) early, but we have a plan. Take a deep breath and dive in.”
Then I heard the 5 words a parent dreads hearing. ” I thought you’d be mad.”
“mad a what, my peach, my doll, my love,” I say through a clenched jaw.
Out comes the whole awful truth, filled with sobs and finger pointing. ” I have a science project due today. We were supposed to find and article research that topic and write a page and a half paper on it for life science.”
I take a deep breath, get in the car and drive to the 24 hour pharmacy. Together, with the punch drunk cashier, I weed through the hello and people magazines and find something that resembles a story on life science in a time magazine.
She somehow pulled it together and got everything but the book finished.
She won’t however, be going to the homecoming game tonight. Instead, stubby hubs hunk and I are going to have a date.
It’s good to be the queen…..after 8am anyway.