.... and the furious Mama Bear.
I wasn't going to blog about this today.
I was going to think of something else to blog about but I am So. Damn. Furious. right now I have to write it out.
You see, today my darling kids were excited to go to a special holiday program for gifted and talented kids* and K was especially excited about going.
She got her invitation to attend last Monday and I immediately wrote to the event provider to enroll her. I got a message back, thanking me for her details and telling me how to pay..... but no further information.
My son H didn't get his invitation until last Thursday (the day before the entire nation shuts down for the four-day Easter break) and I frantically sent off another e-mail. I got no response so sent 2 more e-mails and 4 phone calls .... no reply to any of them.
Based on the pathetic response we received to the first e-mail, I assumed that since this program was run by G&T teachers, that perhaps organisation might be an area they lacked skills in, and we drove to the other side of town thinking that both children were enrolled and all would be OK.
When we got there, neither were enrolled and the staff had no paperwork. I demanded to see "the boss". She fobbed me off, blaming the school for not sending the notes home in time. I asked how much time the school knew before I did. She said "3 weeks".
So we turned around and came home - two very disappointed kids and one Mama Bear who is absolutely furious.
....I'm just not exactly sure who to be furious at but I suspect that both the school AND the G&T organisation can shoulder a big lump of blame each.
.....and "why" you may ask, am I so damn mad about this and what exactly does it have to do with a widow blog?
The short answer is that I am mad that my kids have had more disappointment that could have been avoided with one single phone call or e-mail.#
I am mad because they were looking forward to it and missed out through no fault of theirs or mine.
I am mad because there is that extra straw of disappointment added to the pile on their backs
I am mad because I forced myself to get into the car and drive further and longer than I amcomfortale with.
I am mad because I had to drive along roads that I have avoided since the accident.
I am mad because of the grief and "woe is me" feeling that this has brought up in all of us.
I am mad because I suspect that if Greg were here, none of this would seem like such a big deal.
I am Mama Bear and I am FURIOUS.
* My kids are not technically G&T - they are just very bright. Well ... maybe they are mildly gifted in academic areas (mostly maths) but they are not baby Einsteins.
# I am aware that life is full of disappointments, but this could have been so easily avoided if the organisers had bothered to respond to any of my e-mails, phonecalls or texts. Kids with dead dads already miss out on lots of things in life and sometimes even tiny disappointments can add enough to the already large burden and result in the floods of tears we've seen today.
....and yes, I have already sent a letter of complaint to the event organisers and will send a carefully worded one to the school as well.