A hockey game? A playoff? In Pittsburgh? Are you insane? What if Thing 1 has to sit near someone with horrible cologne that sends him into an asthma attack? What if he gets hit with a puck? What if a fight broke out, somebody snatched him, or the stadium collapsed? What if he experienced a food allergy that we never knew he had, or heard bad words, or got bored?
We don’t get out much, and I have to practice.
What if he doesn’t see anything to eat when he sees the stadium food? He has sensory processing issues, what if it’s too noisy, too crowded, too overwhelming? What if it’s a mistake?
Running Mate tries to talk me down. No recent asthma. Statistics on getting hit with a puck, a fight breaking out, being snatched. I know I have to listen to logic and I do. I don’t believe it will be okay, but I listen. We gave him an allergy pill and a snack before he left. Rehearsed “help help this is not my parent” and were sure the friend’s parents had my cel number in their phone. I will happily come get you. He nods. Running mate drops him off on his way to work, leaving me home with Thing 2.
Thing 2 asks to have a night of no tv. I need a distraction! We soak our feet, paint our nails, camp out in the living room. The whole time, I am crocheting myself into a frenzy–a red yellow and white spiral that could be a table cover or a couch blanket. I wait for my inevitable phone call to go get Thing 1. I nod off. My phone tinkles; I jump. A picture of Thing 1 cheering… from the third row! He’s alive, he’s healthy, and he’s happy. I nod off again and when the phone rings, it’s to say he is in the driveway.
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