My Two Writing Teachers colleagues and I are hosting the 13th Annual March Slice of Life Story Challenge, in which hundreds of teachers participate in posting a story per day.
Dear Kids,
After you the two of you were dropped off for school today, I packed up all my stuff to go skiing. With my two bad wrists, getting my ski gear into the car is a process. I have to pack up my backpack, and each zipper and snap hurts a lot. Carrying everything up the basement steps to the garage is a pain. And putting my skis on the ski rack is a challenge. But I did it. I really wanted to get one last run in before the rain came today.
Next, I drove all the way to Bolton. It was a long drive. And by the time I got there it was starting to rain just a little.
I got out of the car, pulled my skis off the rack, and opened the trunk. I picked up one ski boot.
Something was wrong, though. The little strap that is attached to the tongue of the boot was missing. That’s weird I thought. Maybe it got ripped off somehow? I looked a little closer, completely dumbfounded.
It took me way too long to realize what should have been obvious. I had your dad’s boots instead of mine. Ack!
There was nothing to do but to get back in the car and drive all the way back home. In the rain.
I’m not sure what the significance is of this story, except that this is the type of thing that happens to me all the time, and that I hope the two of you are less spacey than I am when you grow up.
Love,
Your Mom
P.S.
Later, your dad and I hiked Dewey in Underhill together. When I was putting my backpack in the car, I opened it up to get my puffy jacket and guess what? The jacket was ON FIRE inside the backpack! My headlamp had turned on inside the pack and burned a hole in my pack and my jacket. So… make sure you lock your headlamps before you put them away!