Psychotic

Ok~so in my crazy, over protective mother mode because of the whole mean kids situation, I found myself going completely psychotic! The day after a playground incident, I decided that I was going to sit in the school parking lot during recess and watch the goings on. As I drove in, recess was already underway. I immediately spotted Sean in his Red Sox shorts and blue Red Sox t-shirt and focused in. My first sighting was of Sean walking away from a kickball game with his head down looking dejected. I then realized that Patrick~who had suffered a mean kid incident the day before Sean did (albeit not on the playground)~was smack in the middle of the kickball game tossing the ball to the "kicker". I watched him as he jumped for joy when someone missed a kick or got out. I then switched my focus (now with steam coming out of my ears for Patrick's lack of concern for his dejected brother) back to Sean who was now wandering aimlessly around the playground, going from one group of kids to another seeming to try to fit in, but not fitting in anywhere. My heart broke. I called Brian and two friends and sobbed to all. I was so angry at the boy who was causing him problems. At the end of recess, I left the school parking lot heart broken and crying on the phone all the way home. I couldn't wait for school to end and called the secretary to let her know that that afternoon I would be picking the boys up from school~unable to even stand the idea of waiting another 20 minutes beyond release time to get them off the bus.

As luck would have it, Caroline, Brendan and Audrey all fell asleep at the same time and at the time I had to leave to pick up the boys. I called a good friend and asked if she would get the boys when she picked up her own kids. I now had the extra wait anyway.

Her car pulled in the driveway and I ran to greet them, excited to ask them about their days and the recess situation. I was calm and was going to address Patrick in a calm manner when I asked him why he let his brother go and wander aimlessly~obviously sadden by rejection. I turned to Sean to address him first. When I did, I immediately noticed that his shirt was brown and his shorts were khaki~not the same outfit as the boy I watched and cried over for 20 minutes. My entire demeanor changed and I asked him what he did at recess. His response~"I played kickball." I asked a few more questions about what team he was on (Patrick's) and how it went (good~no mean kid problems). I almost fell over. I was watching another boy the entire time! Goes to show what happens when you let your emotions get the best of you!

Since things have been fine. Now my only problem is who was the boy I was watching? I've been worried about him ever since I realized he wasn't Sean!