Another school year another 10,000 ways to fail as a parent.
My daughter goes to first grade on Tuesday and I have yet to:
- buy the rest of school clothes (What? She said she didn’t want any.)
- figure out which of her friends are in her class
- meet her teacher
- figure out her bus stop
- buy stuff for her lunches
- start all that enrichment stuff I was going to do with her this summer, hahaha! Actually, we did precisely one lesson in the math book I bought. Ouch. I wish I had forgotten about that book entirely.
Clearly I am planning to fail by failing to plan. On the upside, I ironed my bedskirt and put it on my bed, hung the picture above the headboard, and am almost done painting the table for Fluffernutter’s room. So it’s not like I haven’t done any back to school stuff.
You should see my google calendar, though. I have got September scheduled beautifully. I want to start out on the right foot by standardizing the morning routine from day one this year which will be a major improvement over Fluff’s 8 tardies the first trimester of Kindergarten.
And then one of my friends chose today to tell me today that she cooks a big hot breakfast for her kids every day before they go to swimming at 6am, so now I have to either get up and cook my kids their own hot breakfasts or pencil in an extra 10 minutes of self-loathing every day which will really cut into my actively resenting having to cook time.
Happy Labor Day, everyone. I’ll see ya at Target.
When Fluffs occasionally flatly refuses to let the boys wear her princess dresses, we have to improvise. In case you had trouble figuring it out, Salty is Rapunzel and Peppers is Belle.