I'm not sure how many times I've called Chaco, only to get his voice mail. *SIGH*. What good's the dang cell phone if it's OFF?!
It seems that communication just isn't that high of a priority for him. "Oh.. yeah... forgot to turn my phone on..."
Well, until today, anyways.
I was heading out the door to meet with a student and thought I'd check the e-mail before I left. My inbox had an "urgent" message from Alphonse Fredenheimer (that's e-mail incognito "code" for Chaco) as follows:
"mom, you forgot to call in for that day I was sick, and you need to do that today before 2:00 or else I get Saturday school".
Oh yeah. He was home coughing up a lung a couple of weeks ago. I never got around to confirming the absence with the attendance lady. So I made a mental note of it, and went on with my business.
When I returned home, the phone answering machine was beeping away:
[with feeling] "You need to confirm my absence from the 25th TODAY or else I'll get Saturday school!". [Dread/Panic]
No "hi Mom". No "Hi, it's Chaco". Not even a reference to Alphonse Fredenheimer, just the [with feeling] "You need to....." [Dread/Panic]
Nextly, my cell phone is buzzing with a voicemail (I think you know what it was and from whom..)
Apparently, it takes a threat of the dreaded Saturday school to get that kid on the phone.