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Crash and burn begins

The lad’s crash and burn has commenced earlier than I expected. This morning was his second tardy in a row for school this week....second tardy for the entire semester. Overslept...the alarm didn’t go off. Whatever. He can’t figure it out. Stupid alarm clock failed him. I gently pointed out that the only time his alarm clock appears to fail him is when he goes to bed so late that he’s too bleary eyed too see the buttons. If the alarm mysteriously starts buzzing at 6:00 tonight, it won’t be the first time.

I conservatively estimate that he’s operating on a 21 hour sleep deficit already for the semester. Last night, with four hours of regular homework plus a history exam to prepare for and another book to read for lit class and an eight stanza rhyming—abab—poem to write for history, bedtime was pushed back about three hours. He had me sitting in the kitchen doing a history question review at 1:30.  He finally made it in at about 2:00.

So this morning he was predictably late. Didn’t have time to do more than stick his head under the faucet and brush his teeth. He arrived at school twenty minutes late for first period...where his fellow classmates were probably halfway through their history exam. He looked like an extra from the Night of the Living Dead. Not a good start to the day.

Tonight...might be the end. A hard (long run plus weights workout) x-country practice this afternoon, work from 6 until 9, more homework. Without a doubt, another very late night. And, tomorrow morning, the alarm clock might as well be in another county, state, or universe.

It’s hard to stand by and watch him fall apart.  Until this morning he wouldn’t even entertain the notion that he’s in over his head. I think tonight might be the turning point. He’s been fighting a cold all week and he’s wiped. There’s not even any adrenalin left to work with. It would be great to see my kid back instead of, as his best friend told him yesterday, a middle-aged man having a mid-life crisis. L’s inestimable advice..."You gotta chill, man.” D’accord!

Posted on 09/23/04 at 07:13 AM
 




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