The J Project

I went on a field trip with Ian.  We walked from his school into town to a small theater for a jazz thing; it's less than a mile and a pleasant walk.  Once I got there, the place was kid mayhem.  Other schools were already there lined up and buses were all in a row parked in front of the place.  

My space bubble was compromised.  

A kid sneezed on my arm.  

The person in charge of seating was frazzled - told all of us parents we needed to stand in the back and wait for seating to open up.  

Seating never opened up.

I was standing there, leaning up against the wall - just kind of uninterested in the whole thing.

And as I stood there, I realized - hey! - I don't have to stand here. 

So I snuck out the door and walked to the coffee shop, bakery and bookstore.  How pleasant it was to sit and eat a donut muffin, drink a cup of coffee and read for an hour.

Then I snuck back in, walked the kids back to school and was done with my student supervision duties.

Funny story: Ian told me later in the day that one of his friends had said they "thought his mom was pretty".  Ian's response: {weird, baffled look on his face} - "You're kidding, right?!"  like how could you think that horrible, horrendous beast, aka my mom, is pretty?