Jacob sang in chapel this morning.
It was the first time he'd done it this year. He's been practicing "We Wish You a Merry Christmas" for two weeks now.
He was very excited.
He's reminded me every day that he'll be singing on December 10 at 9:00. He asks every morning if I'll be there to watch him sing and I assure him I wouldn't miss it for anything.
Except I should've added a bail-out exempting myself in the case of an act of G*d.
Elizabeth ran off with my car keys. My car keys that were in a basket on the counter away from her theiving little hands. How dare I think I could dry my hair!?
I've looked everywhere and they are no where to be found. She flushed the toilet a couple of times this morning before I could fish her away. Elizabeth loves the toilet. I didn't think too much about it other than how much I wanted to gripe at Jacob for leaving the door open again. Now, though, after upending everything in this house and still no keys, I'm thinking all that hysterical laughter was for more than just some potty water swirling.
So I did not get to see Jacob sing in chapel today. I called the office and had them send a note to class explaining but I know it won't make up for the fact that he stood up there to sing and couldn't find me. Because I know he spent the entire time looking for me. And I know he waited until he couldn't wait anymore for me to show up at his side and walk him back to class. To tell him what a good job he did. To tell him how proud I was of him.
But I wasn't there.
Yet another story for his therapist in twenty years to back up his claim that his Mama never loved him and ruined his life.
And I still have no car keys.
So he'll have even more to talk about when no one is there to pick him up this afternoon.
You'll see us on a Lifetime movie one day, I just know it.
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