Carlie stayed home from school Monday and Tuesday. She doesn't have the flu. She has a bellyache. Carlie has IBS and gets bellyaches sometimes. And then she poops and she's fine. This is the story of my life. Carlie's bowels are the bane of my existence. Carlie's bowels are what those in the karmic circles like to call PAYBACK, wherein PAYBACK IS A BITCH. Every bad thing I've ever done has come back to haunt me. In the form of Carlie's bowels.
Monday afternoon, I went to Carlie's school and picked up her missed assignments for the day. Tuesday, I called and asked her teacher to take the assignments to the office and made arrangements for a friend to pick them up. But my friend? Forgot. With school closed on Wednesday, that was the end of that.
Carlie did the happy dance.
So imagine her surprise when the doorbell rang at 4:45 p.m. and her principal was here with her missed assignments. The happy dancing ceased.
This is why I love Carlie's school. And just about everyone who works there. And lots of people who have kids there. L.O.V.E. it. Almost all of the time. Except for every now and then when someone is being a jerkoff. But that's going to happen everywhere on occasion, right?
And tonight I am caught up in nostalgia, thinking about principals-past in my own life, and the absolute HORROR, MORTIFICATION and DESPAIR I would have felt had any one of them ever rang the doorbell at our family home. OMG. I would have died.
So I guess tonight's visit was a little karmic payback to Carlie's bowels for the torture I've endured for the last two days. Hopefully having the principal at the door was enough to scare the crap out of her. For real.
4 comments:
I love that. How awesome! I bet that did put a little crimp in her style. :-)
hee! hee! i wish i could have seen the look on her face.
Wow. I can't believe the principal showed up at the door. That is impressive.
You are too funny with the bowels.
Now, my principal in k-8 was an overweight, nun in her 60s so if she every came to my house with my missed assignments I would have been at a loss for words. Maybe mortified that she lugged her old bones all the to my house with my assignments.
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