Tomorrow my daughter's class is going on a field trip! It is to a place which is a mini (very mini) "zoo" and a small science museum. It's a local treasure, perfect size for little ones, hands on exhibits and right on the San Francisco Bay. You may be able to tell I actually really love it there.
It is about a mile from my daughter's school so they generally walk there and back, going on this field trip at least once a year.
This year she is begging me to chaperone. Begging. Usually when I say "I'm sorry honey but that's just too hard for mommy's body, I just can't do it I'm sorry" she is disappointed but understanding and resigned.
This time she's relentless going so far as to tell me she overheard two if her friends commenting on her "mom not even being able to get out of bed sometimes because she's so sick". She told me this with tears in her eyes and an imploring look on her face. Whether or not the story itself was completely true, the emotion definitely was.
See I sort of got myself into this mess when I spontaneously decided to volunteer in my son's classroom when I started pulling through the neuro attack. He's in Pre-K so it's a pretty easy volunteer job and was a lot of fun. That's when the begging started for me to volunteer in HER classroom. I actually really do enjoy it and I did have every intention of doing so, but her teacher has still not responded to my email about
So, mommy guilt strikes again. Though truly she doesnt complain nearly as much as she could. She is extremely helpful to me and her brother when I am stuck in bed and this is the first time this has seemed so important to her. Maybe her friends did mention it. Maybe she's tired of her mom not being able to volunteer or even pick her up from school sometimes. Maybe she just wants me to go and that's that. I don't know what it is but I decided that I will go on the field trip tomorrow. I won't walk to the museum just to be on the safe side, and with her teachers complete knowledge of my health issues I think I will be fine. I know the places very well so I know I can sit if I need to, go inside when my joints start to freeze up and stiffen (being on SF Bay in Feb is gorgeous but very damp and not so warm) and I will have my car if I need to leave early.
So four hours on my feet wrangling a bunch of 7 year olds..... What could go wrong?
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