Sometimes I look around and think, "I'm really not too good at this." My oldest, the girl, is 6. When she was in kindergarten I felt like her teacher believed I was the biggest scatterbrain ever. Once every week or so, I would forget to send a snack along for her in the afternoon. She would tell me, "Mommy, you forgot my snack again and I had to be hungry." Sometimes, I would forget that it was Monday, when I would have to be at the bus stop 2.5 hours earlier than the other 4 days of the week (Thank you Fairfax county). Then I'd get an angry phone call from the school and I'd have to get 2 uncooperative siblings ready and drive 30-45 minutes in traffic to get her at school.
Now she is in first grade at a closer school, and while I still feel like I don't have this down, at least I've never missed picking her up or forgotten her snack (It helps that she decided she wants to bring her lunch from home every day; hooray for saving money!). The boy is in preschool there too, and I have to be there 20 minutes before regular school gets out to pick him up. Yesterday, I lost track of time and left the house at the time I'm supposed to be picking the boy up. Fortunately for me, there was a fire truck which I drafted all 3 miles of the way up the main road. I was only about 5 minutes late, and blamed the fire truck that had helped me (I'm a terrible person, I'm going to hell!).
Even the toddler is affected by my spacey-ness when I forget her pacifier (which I am really trying to wean her from), her sippy cup (which the dentist said to get rid of) and extra diapers (it's never too early to potty train, right?).
It's a good thing the kids love me, but maybe it's just because they don't know any better. At least they are fed, clothed, washed, and happy. That's what matters, right?
OK, so this ONE time I was late and it actually WAS my fault :)
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