Saturday, December 22, 2012

Midnight Texter

I received a text a couple nights 12:30 A.M.

I managed to not go into panic mode.  I suppose texts are kinder than middle-of-the-night phone calls in that respect.  Turned out my little guy, who was spending the night with a friend, was sick.

Little guy:  "Feel kinda sick what do you think I should do Do you think I should just wait it out until tomarrow"

Me:  "I can come get you."

Little guy:  "Idk i think i might just wait till tomarrow  In your opinion what do you think I should do"

Me:  "I should come get you.  Could be the flu."

So, I put on my best crazy-lady-driving-around-the-neighborhood-in-the-middle-of-the-night outfit.  Yup.  Jammies, tennies, rainbow colored fleece scarf, brown knitted hat, black trench coat, and my mouth guard.  OK, I remembered to take that out as I walked through the kitchen to the door.  Tell you what, I was hoping I wouldn't be stopped by the cops.  I did not want to get out of the car with a spot light on way.

The kid was ready when I got there.  He got in the car looking straight up terrible.  I drove him home with my usual middle-of-the-night drive home talk about how he can always, always call me whenever, wherever, for whatever reason, and I will come pick him up, no questions asked.  I think he heard me through his febrile dilerium.  Got home, tucked him in under three blankets by request, gave him some meds, and said I loved him.

When he feels better we're going to work on the correct spelling of "tomarrow"...

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