So, on Friday, in the FIVE minutes it took me to drop C off at Art C;ass, we got a call from G's teacher. The message was a bit like this...
"Hi Mr and Mrs. F. This is Mrs Flower, G's teacher. I just wanted to tough base with you about today. We had a very long day here in 1st grade. Very long. I.... (awkward pause on the machine) have a lot of things I'd like to discuss with you and hope you'll call me back this weekend at home#. I... (awkward pause #2) wanted to make sure there isn't anything going on at home that I should know about. So, please call me anytime this weekend so we can talk. Again, I'm free all weekend and I look forward to hearing from you."
Is anything going on at home? Um... gee.... I don't know. I mean, Rory the Roomba seems fine, the floors are definitely staying cleaner.... But other than that new addition to our home, I haven't noticed any changes. Could be that I'm too caught up in the BLACK PLAGUE or BRITISH LIT or the GEN JI KATA to know what's going on in my own home... and I doubt I spelled that right. In the mean time, we're just going to keep an eye on G. Maybe he was just having a bad day.
If there's one thing that being a mother has taught me it's this... "If it's not one thing, it's something else."