When I was a kid I’m pretty sure my parents met with my teachers to talk about how I was doing at school (always good, of course), but I don’t remember them taking half the week off (the teachers, not my parents!) just because of the conferences. I’m not going to be that person though; I’ll just deal with the fact that it’s different in the US. So three weeks ago, when my daughter’s teacher called to see whether 6:40 pm would work to meet with me on November 2nd, a red flag should have gone up and made me look at the school calendar to check for no school days. And when yesterday morning my daughter handed me an invitation for the little girl in her class who was going to celebrate her birthday today at ten in the morning, another, even brighter red flag should have gone up shaking the hell out of me. But no. I was like, “Maitane, I’m sorry baby, but you can’t go. I mean, who celebrates her birthday in the middle of a school day?” Parent-teacher conferences come and go. It’s 7:30 pm when I find out there is no school on Thursday or Friday and I got no childcare planned for my kids.
My daughter lost one of her front teeth yesterday. The school put it in a cute little container and made a necklace out of it. She placed it underneath her pillow before going to bed. I had the money ready to make the switch as soon as she fell asleep. I was still so rattled up by the fact that I forgot there was no school today that I couldn’t sleep. So I watched a couple of episodes of this stupid show “What About Brian?”, which is kind of like watching my own life but with better looking people in it. It’s midnight and I still can’t sleep, so I write emails and review a translation for a friend. I’m finally exhausted after all that. This morning Maitane comes to my bed, her pretty little face showing so much disappointment because the Tooth Fairy forgot to come. Su puta madre. I tell her that’s not possible and to stay put while I go check. Luckily, I find some dollar bills in her room so I take the little necklace-container, hide it in my pocket, grab a dollar bill and go back to my room. “See? Of course she came! You must have crossed paths and didn’t even notice!”
What else could go wrong?
I had a good time with the kids today. Maitane was able to attend the birthday party after all, I finally managed to drop off these shoes that had travelled since May in the back of my car at the shoe repair place, and Andoni and I played pala in the fronton for a bit. I still had some translations to finish, so I asked my babysitter to spend a couple of hours with the kids while I worked on them. I opened the garage door, saw the sitter’s car and thought “how nice of her, always parking way to the side so I have room to get out”, only to get inside my car and f***ing pound hers two seconds later.
My friend Ysabel told me not to worry. Bad shit always happens in groups of three. I know this will make for a very funny story some day, but right this minute I can’t help but feeling oh so crappy about the no school, almost no Tooth Fairy, and (yet another) very real car crash.
- Amets bat
- NY Basque marathon runners needed