Could'Ve Been Worse

A 7:45 a.m. 504 meeting to strategize about how best to get my silly, absolutely zero-impulse control JoJo through high school. Thank you, black coffee, for jump starting my day that has too many things to get done it appears, as I glance at my calendar.

I'm supposed to meet up with Deysi and her kids, but that may be contingent upon the paperwork-shuffling process I have ahead of me combined with three important errands.

I locked my own keys in my office last night. Had to kick in the door this morning, minimal damage, I can fix it with wood glue, repaint the side in one small area, and it'll be as good as new. I still haven't finished painting the living room, I have other chores demanding my time and attention.

"I'm craving red beans, corn and rice tonight," Jack had requested yesterday, Sabrina chiming in, "That's my favorite of all." I used to take some of it up to Miriam's work place, as it was her all-time number one dinner choice. Everyone chowed down happily, except the one who used it as a way to disrespect me once again.

Oh puh-leeze, I disengaged. I already know how this turns out...

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And the fun began.

I got up to the high school only to discover the meeting was about Allen. Before he joined us, two administrators came to the room to tell me Allen had just kicked a teacher. My heart sank.

My mind went blank. Allen wouldn't do that. I weakly repeated, "Allen?" in utter disbelief.

Both men were doing their best to not bust out laughing, the amount of effort it must've taken them was impressive, the rest of the office staff couldn't contain themselves, and I too eventually had to work hard to get serious.

Apparently Allen assumed that was his friend wearing blue jeans and the exact same jacket, same body build and hair color from behind, so Allen kicked him in the butt, demonstrating his own complete and genetic lack of zero impulse control.

The friend turned around and Allen got the shock of his life. It wasn't his friend, it was a new student teacher.

Oops.

Allen's gonna have a hard time living this down.

The newby went to the front office, "How do I write up a kid who kicked me in the butt?" Allen was accompanying him, wide-eyed, scared out of his wits.

Allen has a reputation for emotionally shutting down, not for physically lashing out. He's as quiet at school as he is loud at home.

The principal made Allen write a letter of apology, I made him deliver it verbally as well, just grateful that no assault charges were being filed, thus ruining Allen's extremely tenuous hold on a desire to finish high school.

That just sucked another hour out of my jam packed morning....but it could've been so much worse.

Tabby'd left her book bag outside, discarding it to jump on the trampoline instead of going in the house first, totally forgetting it before nightfall, our drought-stricken place had rain last night. Thankfully I keep spare book bags and her notebooks weren't wet.

And I have an unusual headache that won't make my other chore/errands/tasks any fun to endure.