OK, so two things you don’t want to happen to you in middle school.
1. Your mom coming around much.
2. Your mom embarrassing you.
I did both today.
And I laughed and I laughed and I laughed.
Today was the day to proof the 8th grade yearbook ads at the middle school. I went up to the school office, signed in and went to the 2nd floor yearbook room. Just as I finished proofing our ad, the bell rang and for a split second I got kind of nervous … you know … who was I going to see in the hall, etc. I was wishing I hadn’t worn my jogging clothes but I had to squeeze in a run - the weather was perfect and afterwards there was no time to shower or change.
But I remembered that I am 42 years old and it no longer matters what people think of me and so I waded out into the hallways of middle school.
I saw Caroline right away … she’s kind of hard to miss … she is SO tall. She was putting her books in her locker and I thought it would be fun to just kind of “surprise” her.
So I went and stood right next to her. She accidentally hit my arm as she was putting her book in her locker and said … “excuse me”. About the time she got to the word “me” she looked up and saw it was … well, me.
And her look seemed to say: ohmygoodnessIcan’tbelievemymomis
inthehallwayofmyschool or something like that.
I thought it was hilarious. I didn’t want to really embarrass her though so I just told her what I was doing there and went on about my way.
As I looked back and waved I saw she and her friends looking at me and kind of laughing. I figured they were giving her a hard time about her mom showing up at school. Thought it was kind of cute.
Next up … the post office where I asked how much a stamp is these days. I seriously said … 27 cents? Pretty much all the postal people laughed and said … NOT IN ABOUT 20 years and told me they are now 44 cents. Inflation will get ya everytime! And where have I been?
Then I went to the elementary school to pick up the younger three. I stood right out in the middle of the school yard talking to moms when one (good and honest) friend came up and said … “Darla … did you know your shirt was on inside out?”
Of course I died out laughing but it didn’t really bother me … I mean how bad could it be? I thought just a little tag was kind of under my hair.
Until I looked. It was right on the side and it was HUGE and white. HUGE. How could I not have noticed on a run, in the post office, in the middle school?!? Reminded me of the day I went to Caroline’s volleyball game with the sticker that had the size of my jeans still attached to the back of my pants.
And when I got in the car I realized I HAD WALKED DOWN THE MIDDLE OF THE CROWDED MIDDLE SCHOOL HALL in front of all of Caroline’s friends with my shirt on inside out. And not like a “you don’t really notice” inside out/but a really bad inside out.
It was like a middle schoolers worst nightmare. Everyone was laughing at me and I had no idea why.
I thought Caroline would be mad when she got home … you know, the whole … “why did you do that?” speech.
But instead (thankfully) when I asked her if she noticed, she said … “oh yeah, but I didn’t want to tell you because then I’d have to talk to you.”
And if that doesn’t just about sum up middle school, I don’t know what does.
I think I might even be getting a pimple now.