We survived the weekend. We survived the English paper. And the new cell phone should arrive tomorrow.
This has been both one of the longest AND shortest weekends ever. Despite the fact that we had an extra day off thrown in. Between baseball drafts (good for Coach--- looks like he's got a great team to begin building his Little League empire with this season!), baseball practices and that stupid English paper, I don't think I got to do much of what I had originally planned on doing. While in all honesty I can't be entirely certain WHAT it was that I planned on doing, I do believe this wasn't it.
But I'll let you in on a secret. (Because I'm sure it will stay just between us..... you, me and the internet... lol) This weekend didn't totally suck.
Jock and I spent the largest portion of the weekend locked in our den, sitting at the computer, working on his English research project. Coach stayed out in the living room. Bug spent most of the weekend running wild... I mean, playing with friends. But Jock and I, we were mostly in our own little world. A world full of facts --some interesting, some not so interesting-- about Instant Replay. (For instance, did you know that the sport of Rodeo uses the Instant Replay system? No? We didn't either. Jock was appropriately impressed.) Our world consisted of massive amounts of education taking place, generously interspersed with bouts of laughter and pizza rolls. When the final report was printed out, at least one of us felt a great sense of accomplishment. And if it wasn't the true freshman in the house, at least he pretended to feel as great about it as I did!
But I'm going to give the biggest points to his baseball coach for driving the point home just how important his grades are. See, the coach told him when he made the team that even though he was ineligible, he'd take a chance on him because Jock has the talent, drive and leadership ability to take the team where the coach wants to see it go this season. Yet today at the end of practice, when jerseys were handed out, I stood there and watched my boy NOT get one. See, they don't get their uniforms at the start of the season unless they are eligible to play in the first game. There were two boys left standing there, uniform-less, at the end of practice. The other one went home in tears. Literally sobbing. Jock came over to me, explained why he didn't get a uniform, and while he looked crushed.... he also seemed to realize it was a situation entirely of his own making. And he hated it.
Now, just to reassure everyone (ok, maybe its just to reassure me)... his grade actually has come up to a passing grade. But his English teacher didn't submit it on the official "grade change" form in the office so it hasn't been reflected yet to the coaches. I've emailed the teacher explaining the situation, so I feel fairly confident that she'll remedy that so he can get his uniform tomorrow and play in the first game on Wednesday.
But it still sucks that not only does the entire rest of the team know he wasn't eligible, someone else got "his" number because he wasn't able to claim it. I'm not sure, but that might be the worst part in his opinion! Whatever the worst part, he did agree during our conversation on the ride home that it's his fault, and it's his to correct. Which he absolutely intends to do.
So, in case you wondered, I didn't end up with one less child this weekend. I got to spend some surprisingly quality time with my teenager, while teaching him an important lesson. And we ended tonight with him laying in my lap while we watched TV, so it appears that the appreciation for time spent together was a mutual thing.
Though I'm still not sure if there are enough pizza rolls for me to EVER look at another research project again.