babes in the woods and oh, my aching back
Boy, what a week. All of us except Boy10 got struck down with another one of those mystery diseases that lasts from Wednesday to Friday and leaves you feeling like you just might throw up any minute. Boy13 and I had it better than Mr M, though, who actually DID throw up on Wednesday evening after he came home from taking the boys to Oktoberfest. Eeew. He blamed it on a bad bratwurst but I still think it was a nasty virus. Along with the nausea I was also treated to intense joint and muscle pain, including an evil backache. That would have been fine if I could have just hung out on the sofa for three days, but no, Boy10's class had planned a picnic for Thursday afternoon and the little guy really wanted to go so I downed a travel sickness pill and off we went.
The outing had been organized by two grade 11 students, one girl and one guy who are responsible for Boy10's class. It's a nice idea - If the 5th graders have any difficulties or questions at school, they can approach these two for help if they don't feel like going to a teacher.
We were set to meet at the bus stop in the next town and we were the first ones there. S, the older girl, arrived just after we did and my brain promptly shifted into social anxiety mode. There I was shuffling my feet and staring at the ground until I suddenly though to myself "Hey, wait a minute, you're supposed to be the adult here! Bring out the small talk, dammit!" Then the rest of the group arrived with their children - mostly mothers, a couple of fathers. More social anxiety. I had only seen these people briefly at the first parents' meeting at the beginning of the school year and didn't know any of them.
But I got over my anxious self and actually did strike up a few conversations during our half hour hike uphill through the woods. Can you say half dead? I was REALLY happy to sit down on our blanket when we arrived at the picnicking field.
The kids seemed to enjoy themselves, although the balance was tipped heavily in favour of the girls. There are 19 girls and 12 boys in Boy10's class and only three of the boys showed up. Those three survived, however, and a good time was had by all playing badminton, soccer and Twister.
While I was sitting there on the grass, I observed our hosts, two 17-year-olds, mere children in my eyes. I found myself thinking how young and innocent they looked and silently wondered if they were getting up to all the mischief I got up to when I was 17. All that and more, most likely. Scary, scary thought.
Friday we had our friends over for dinner and I cooked up a storm to take my mind of off of my severely compromised state of health. T and K brought their 16 yr old daughter with them since she is between boyfriends at the moment and had nothing better to do. She spent the evening on our computer surfing the net for chihuahua puppies, her new passion, seeing as the the boyfriend thing wasn't working out too well. She says she's had it with men, but I told her to keep an open mind. You know what they say: Boyfriends are like elevators - another one always comes along. Geez, I sure wish I could go back and be 16 again.
Moving right along, it's Canadian Thanksgiving this weekend and you know what that means, don't you? Food!! Stay tuned.