So, being as together as I usually am, I hadn't turned in my awards sheet for the honor roll/perfect attendance/citizenship ribbons and pencils they get with their report cards until yesterday afternoon, so I had to take the kids with me from PE down to get the things.
I'm walking past the nurse's office with my class and she bursts out of her office shouting Thing 2's name.......now his name is not THAT unusual, but it so happens he is the only one in the school, but I thought perhaps I had missed an older one, but she looks straight at me and says, "Did you see your son? I don't know where he went, and I need to make sure the bleeding is stopped."
Um, HELLO????????????
First, you say to a mother you've lost her 5 year old, then you mention blood??????
No, no, no, not a good way to handle that AT ALL.
Fortunately, the bigger the crisis, the calmer I get, so I immediately became VERY calm, switched right into my crisis mode, got my kids back from the water fountains and in their line, and then turned to deal with the situation. Just as I was saying, "Now, explain to me what you are talking about, and where is my son?", Thing 2's teacher walked up with him, his shirt covered in bloodstains and said, "He had a bloody nose."
What a relief! He gets those rarely in the day, more often in the night. Dh was q-tipping him this morning, and I knew that was the wrong thing to do, but it was already done when I saw, and would've meant a battle, so I didn't say anything.
I could just murder the nurse.
