I don't know if all teenage boys are forgetful, but Patrick has an extreme case of the malady. He's driving us all a bit nutty. For example, he needed to stay after school to finish some make-up work. It took us forever, nagging him until he remembered to ask the teacher for an appointment time. But that day, he showed up at home at the usual time! It was only after I asked him what he was doing here that *OH YEAH* he remembered that he forgot.
He's had cello concerts, but getting the date, place and time accurately relayed is next to impossible. I would check the school website, but that's useless as well. (I suppose his teachers forget to update it, or orchestra stuff is just not important enough to be included on the general school calendar.)
He's brought home forms for me to sign the day before they're due. What's this date at the top of the note? You've had this in your binder for a week and now it's urgent for me to just drop everything and sign this cryptic paper? Nope.
The latest: It's snowing outside on Friday morning. I slipped at least three times, dangerously, in the snow when I was driving home from mailing the Stanleys to Casdok. It was bad weather, the kind where the most careful driver could careen off the road at 20 miles per hour. Literally. Guess who calls home just then to tell us that he's already taken the bus to another school in the district, and he needs to be picked up at 4 p.m.?
What makes it WORSE is that 4 p.m. is the exact time G arrives at home. All the children don't fit safely in our van, either. (We don't have a spare $30,000 lying around with nothing to do, so getting a new van is probably not happening. We just plan trips well in advance so that we have two drivers.)
D is livid about this irresponsible kid. I've tried to reason with him. I told him that Patrick is actually a very nice boy. He doesn't date. He doesn't cuss so far as I'm aware. He gets good grades. He doesn't do drugs.
Yeah, D says ruefully. Maybe he just FORGETS to do drugs! How 'bout that?
Awww. That was mean. The child remembers how to play his video games each day, though. I don't think he's forgotten that he has the Wii system for a single afternoon. We just need to put all his appointments and school notes on the system somehow.