The Dreaded Call from Sara’s Principal…

The Dreaded Call from Sara’s Principal…


While caller ID has afforded us so many luxuries over the past ten years (or so), in the realm of parenting and what equates to immediate heart palpitations is when you (and if you work in a cube environment – your co-workers, too ) see their children’s school identified on the opposite end of the line. I believe that no news is usually good news…Except in my case. 100 percent of the time.

As I answered my office phone in a chipper and professional manner, I dreaded the news awaiting me on the other end of the line. Especially when the opening sentence is, "Now don't be worried, no one was hurt." I immediately reached for my Excedrin and said a prayer to Jesus all in the span of five seconds. Warm greetings were exchanged before the bombshell dropped.

“Sara has had an accident involving a pair of scissors,” she explained calmly – as I immediately felt my blood pressure climb.

Visions of a scissor-wielding five-year-old instantly came to my mind, perhaps a little boy she had pushed to the edge? This thought was overshadowed by my growing concern for my own daughter's safety - could she have been "cut" on accident? Again, racing thoughts and proposed hypothesis in less than five seconds.

Thankfully, my mind was put to ease fairly quickly. During "arts and crafts" she managed to cut her pant legs to shreds. Nice. That's my girl!

I sheepishly explained she was learning to sew at home, with my mom's assistance. By now I was sweating - both from the call itself and the fact that my co-workers in cubes surrounding me could hear the conversation clear as a bell.

I made the walk of shame out to my company's parking lot, followed by the drive of shame to her school. Being the burgeoning blogger that I am, I wanted to capture something on film. Sad, but yet something we can look back on in 25 years and laugh about. Maybe.

P.S. In an attempt to rush back to the office, I clipped a co-workers car which will cost me over $1,000 to fix - out of my own pocket - I had traded cars with mom that day.   Even Better!  The cherry on top of my day.