There is no justice in this world.
Remember last spring how Catherine and Basil went to DisneyWorld with the Greenwich High choral groups?
Remember how they left me behind on account of how embarrassing I can be? Catherine begged me not to volunteer for chaperone duty, but all but volunteered Basil when the chorus director said some testosterone was needed for the trip.
You’ll recall (or can refresh your memory here) I packed them up, dropped them off, waved goodbye, and then spent the week they were gone vacuuming up the dust bunnies in Catherine’s room, cleaning the house, organizing things, hanging out here alone while they had the time of their lives. And THEN I left the house at midnight and waited in the GHS parking lot to pick them up and slog their tired fannies back home.
Well, these two ingrates are prepared to do it again.
Catherine texted me the news from school yesterday. Next year’s trip has been announced:
(Yes, you read that correctly. As in Hawaii.)
I practically had my sunscreen and broad-brimmed hat packed when the other shoe dropped: My chaperoning services would not be needed.
Now, despite how gung-ho the kid was last year, Basil cramped her style in Disney. She vowed he wouldn’t be traveling with her school groups ever again. And being that next year is senior year, I was feeling pretty confident that if I wasn’t welcome, HE surely wouldn’t be.
Imagine my surprise, then, to hear the two of them talking last night about traveling together.
“I thought Dad wasn’t welcome on anymore school trips,” I said.
“It’s Hawaii, Mom,” she replied.
I’m still trying to figure out how that explains it.