When I got to work on Monday with Jory in tow, I explained to the powers that be what was happening to which my boss said, “I just saw that on the news.”
I guess that wasn’t a police chopper Jory saw in the air, but a news one. She okay’d it for Jory to stay for the whole day. I was just thinking he’d stay until the police cleared the area and around lunch time I would take him to daycare, but okay I’ll take this.
I have a spare office next to my desk, we put his backpack in there, then off to the commissary we went for breakfast. Nothing gets the day started like a little pancakes, bacon, and milk. I found the Nickelodeon channel and closed the office door as he chowed down and I began working.
After breakfast was finished, he got to watch some TV for a bit before it was time to do the worksheets he would have done at daycare. I placed the math worksheet in front of him and gave him an hour to do them. We did the first problem together and then I saw he was having difficulties with the second one, so I grabbed all the highlighters, a co-worker, gave him for drawing, the remote, extra pencils for him to use to do his addition problems.
An hour later, a few problems had been done, but even fewer done correctly. Off went the TV, along with the information that there would be no going to the park for lunch until all the math problems were done and done correctly. Sometimes it just takes a few magic words and a six-year-old slipping out of the office, down the hallway to the kitchen to get some water.
For lunch, Jory got his choice of the best lean cuisine has to offer from my section of the freezer. He went with the three cheese macaroni. A little lunch in his office, visits from acquaintances bearing gifts and funny conversations, then it was off to the park.
The park was dead and I had a dress on, so he wasn’t so keen on playing by himself. So I figured we could walk the park’s walking path. He started off good, then ventured off, finding flowers to give me, seeing animals, trying out exercise equipment, other playground areas, then finally the swings.
I got on the swings to distract him from going to play with the little boy, who didn’t look like he wanted anyone to “help” him play with his trucks in the sand. We had a swinging contest and I won. Out of the park we went and to the Grove. Just as we arrived at the exit, I saw the trolley coming. We hopped on the trolley, sat on the top level, and enjoyed the sunshine and the Grove backwards. Oh the things you can do within an hour.
Post-lunch meant writing spelling words five times each. The desk became too confining, so on the floor he went. I was okay with that as long as the work got down. The second half of the day saw some crawling around on the floor, trying to be secretive, hiding underneath my desk so he could heat up (a boy after my own heart), sharing candy with Louise, bathroom breaks, and finally the end of the day.
Jory spent from 9:30ish to 5:30ish at my office, people came in and didn’t even know a kid was in the office. My baby is turning into a big boy. A real life kid. When and how did that happen?
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