There was a mixup at school dropoff this morning and instead of coming out of the bathroom and walking to his class with Ryan like Ryan had expected, Charlie came out of the bathroom and went straight to his classroom. Ryan explained this when he got home, but for some reason I just had to know that Charlie had made it to his classroom (even though he makes it to his classroom on his own just fine every other day of the year) (but those times Ryan actually sees him walk down the hall towards the kindergarten wing and does not just leave him at the boys' room) (that building is huge and I am irrational).
I mulled it over all the way to work and couldn't stop thinking about it. I mean, what if he wasn't in class and we didn't know about it until 2:40 at pickup time? I also did not get a good night of sleep last night because I was up late discussing the last debate with a like-minded friend and was still too wound up to sleep at midnight. I knew I needed to know before I could get anything done today (like this trainwreck of a blog post)(I finished my grading first).
But I couldn't just send an email to his teacher explaining the above and double checking that he'd made it to class, that wasn't nearly sneaky enough and might have revealed my (admittedly irrational) insecurities about Charlie's ability to walk two-hundred yards inside his locked elementary school and find his classroom. Cleverly I sent the following (TRUE!) email to her.
Dear Mrs. W,
Charlie had a rough night of sleep last night because he mistakenly drank some of our nanny's iced coffee shortly before going to bed. I hope he's doing alright today, but wanted to let you know in case he seemed "off". I hope you have a great weekend!
Yes. That was much better.
And yes, he did make it.