I've had a week

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I've had a really difficult/weird week. My week started with a surprise field trip on Monday. I say surprise because while I knew about it I forgot about it and thought it was a different day. It wasn't a large field trip it was just across town and we were only gone for a couple of hours but it took me off guard. The kids were very wound up all week. Everyone can feel the end of the year coming and it has been chaos. My buddy was difficult this week. He's made friends with this other kid who has a rough home life right now and he doesn't make the best decisions and he's been drawing my buddy in. My buddy is such a sweet kid, and he is easily led and this other kid has been getting him in trouble because while most kids have the ability to understand they shouldn't be doing something my buddy doesn't always have this ability. He does sometimes but not always. I've talked to this other kid about the things he does and says but he doesn't seem to care. This other kid can be a sweet kid too but is an attention seeker and will go to any lengths good or bad to get that attention and unfortunately, it has been bad lately, and while I'd love to ignore the bad behavior I can't. It's been the kind of behavior that needs to be addressed. My buddy is this amazing, funny, sweet kid. He is so kind-hearted most of the time but this past week he has been getting himself into trouble. He was honest and apologetic when I talked to him about it. He asked me some questions about some of the things he did because he genuinely didn't understand how bad the things he did were. It really made me feel bad for him. He thought he was helping a friend who I'm positive was not innocent because I know the kid and he did some things that are very out of character for him. He wants so badly to make friends but he's always struggled because he doesn't understand a lot of social cues. He's gotten a lot better over the years at fitting in. Lately, his love of football has really helped him. He's worked so hard to get better at playing it and he has actually gotten pretty good. He's become obsessed with it. I'm so amazed by him. He has a talent where he knows who played in every single Super Bowl by year and he can tell you who won and what the score was. We have looked them all up and he's always right. He's using this talent in the talent show this year and I'm so excited for him. The kids are all amazed by him and I love that for him. I love seeing how happy he is knowing the other kids are impressed by him. He has earned this. I'm so tired of other kids taking advantage of him because of his sweet nature. They know he has me to help him and sometimes want to be in a group with him because they know I help him when any other time they yell at him and want nothing to do with him. I always tell them no when those particular kids want to be in his group. I only allow him to be in a group with kids who are genuine. I told him he didn't need those kinds of kids to be his friends. It's just such a struggle for him and I hate that he is getting used and it bothers me so much. My middle of the week was interesting. My son and I go to this church dinner they have on Wednesdays during the school year. They get food from local restaurants and it's a meal I don't have to cook. We've been going off and on for the past few years. My husband used to go with us until he got moved to seconds and now it's just the two of us. This past dinner my son and I were sitting alone at a table and this older man walks up and sits down with us. He claimed he saw either my son or myself staring back and forth with him but neither my son nor I were able to see him because our backs were turned and he said he decided to end the mystery or something along those lines. My son and I being polite didn't want to hurt his feelings by telling him we had no clue what he was talking about and allowed him to sit with us. I was a little worried he might be a pedophile because this whole scenario was a little weird. I thought he might be interested in my son but allowed him to sit with us and just kept my guard up. We introduced ourselves and I told him my son was my son. He said he had never been a daddy and it was his one regret. I was like ok...but let it go. He then mentioned the town I had grown up in and I was curious how he knew I grew up there but then I vaguely remembered I had briefly talked to an older man a few weeks ago on my way out as he had stopped me saying he hadn't seen me before and wanted to say hello. I just thought he was being nice. I had forgotten about the encounter completely until he brought up part of the conversation. I honestly no longer even remember his name and forgot it almost as soon as he told me because I was too busy trying to figure out if he had an angle. It just seemed odd to me. Finally, the angle was found when he saw my wedding band and said "Is that a wedding band on your finger? Are you married?" I said "yes, I'm married" He immediately apologized and said "It was still nice meeting you". This man also had told me earlier that he was 70. I was being hit on by a 70 year old man. My son was like "Mom, I knew almost immediately he was hitting on you". I was like I didn't because honestly, I was unsure why a 70 year old man would think I was interested. I can't remember once showing any interest. I was polite but I wasn't trying to start conversations with him. I thought maybe he was a lonely old man or something I didn't think he was trying to date me. I know some people like men that much older but I have never been one of them. I'm 38 and I'm always told I look younger. My husband was highly amused when I told him this story. I'm like I'm glad to see that my track record since being married is much the same as it was when I was single. When I was single, I'd always find the much older men or creepy guys who seemed borderline stalkers. My week has ended with our mower dying and my husband in pain after hurting his foot. I told my husband we could use a win for once. I know it's not the end of the world. I know that things could be a lot worse. I'm always grateful for what I have, and I find humor in situations like the above, but I wouldn't mind if my weekend could end a little better than it started. I told my husband I'm ok with a low-key Mother's Day tomorrow. I told him we could just get a pizza and buy some stuff for some mocktails for me and get him some beer. I don't drink alcohol because I've had some bad reactions to it in the past and think I may be allergic and I'm fine with not drinking. My husband usually plants me a garden for Mother's Day but since we are having issues with our lawnmower, he may not be able to plant it. He's also deathly allergic to bees and with the kind of week we have had I'd be afraid he'd get stung doing it.