On Friday, Peter came home with a discipline referral form for not participating in music.
For Peter, sitting through his weekly specials is like a doctor visit for us. How many times have you been sitting in a packed waiting room, inhaling air that’s saturated with viral contaminants no matter which way you turn? You sit and wait, thinking that any minute you’re just going to lose it and walk out. Then you get back to the exam room and wait to be seen again. Hopefully, fully clothed and not stark naked with one of those scratchy paper drapes covering your lady bits.
There you sit impatiently waiting and the timing of your wait is now reset because you’ve moved locations. You want to open the door and shout, “What’s taking so long?” to whatever nurse is in earshot. And if your kids are with you then you can use them to your advantage while looking the other way. They can open and close the door loudly without turning the handle. Then they can peek their heads out so that someone in charge will expedite the process just to get rid of those annoying kids. Then it’s over and all is right with the world again. Well, not quite, but at least we're outta there.
School is the perfect training for life and not strictly academically speaking. (Side note: That math we thought we’d never use does come in handy. Assembling a car’s brake? Not so much.) I often tell my kids that life is all about doing tasks that we don’t want to do. There are days that I don’t want to cook dinner, load the washer, or watch another episode of Pawn Stars with my husband. But just like sitting through music class, the discomfort is only temporary. Now if I could just convince Peter.