UGGGGHMMMMPHS! We may never learn!

Today was my delightful Senior Enoch's first attempt at the SAT's. There is always drama at our house when somebody has something to do. Especially on Saturdays. We are a big family and the things that only children families take for granted are huge hurdles for us. Class trips, homework, etc and now SAT completion.

Last year there were some hurdles, but this year we thought we had this under the belt. En said, Ma, I got this. I believed him. Every couple of days, I checked in, "Do you have a photo ID?" I am sure that I asked this of him, several times. Each time, he smiled maturely and showed me the photo that he printed out from the computer with the application. In the new cyber world this meant to me that they were checking the identity at the time of application and that there would be no further discussion. Still, I remember how very many times we didn't have our photo id's for this or that other important situation. This wouldn't be one of those times, I am sure. Still we woke up this morning 5 something, the menfolk pried me out of my bed for this. I was not up to it. I thought SAT completion was part of the father's job description, I murmered as I got out of my freezing cold part of the bed. I shook the icicles off my eyelids and started to reminisce of the preparation I started when my children were born for the SAT's. Ben said shut up, Jayne, not quite that concisely, but that is what he meant. Don't go there now. All my dreams were dashed at the break downs. Now, the father would care about those things and he has gotten us through two sets of SAT's flawlessly. I didn't recognize those personalities, though. This guy was me and dad. Ben doesn't know what that means. It means we know what we know, but we don't know what we don't know. We would find this out ere'long. We got coffee and some McDonald's Breakfast for the testtaker. We didn't lament the lack of prep work much, because he had had his own break to deal with. We would let him take the first SAT cold and then see what we have to do to get him to average score. We had been to the test site for Em 4 years ago, so that was not an issue. Reminiscing the high stress moments of my life, were somewhat tolerated, if not accepted. I said, this is what I do... We took a walk around the campus and met a couple of people, left him at the door and went home. We argued all the way home, as parents do. You should have said this. You should have done that. We pecked eachother to bits. We walked in the house ready to start our day, after our catharsis. The family was waiting to tell us that En was waiting for us. He had no picture id with him. Who knew? Back to the drawing board:)