This morning came quick. I turned on the lights to Violet yelling at me that it was still the middle of the night and asking why I was turning all of them on. Late for school already, I realised that I had forgotten to pack Olivia’s lunch, as we walked out the door. I quickly used my phone to order her lunch delivered to her school from the Quizno’s Delivery Service.
Dropping Violet off at her dayhome for her one day a week, I realised that I had sent the wrong days and it wasn’t planned for Violet to be there. It worked out though, because Chloe is amazing – and I adjusted the dates in my phone, writing on my hand to remind me to add them to the mom calendar.
Up side? I learned quickly that the primer and make up I put on before laser tag last night is well worth the splurgey price, because after forgetting to remove it before I fell asleep last night – it was still pretty much in tact for a morning of volunteering with six year olds.
Halfway to school, I remembered that we forgot Olivia’s library book, for the second week in a row. Also, I could have sworn that there was a permission slip that needed to be sent in (it turns out there was). And this week’s spelling words? Nope, we forgot to work on those too.
Olivia was late, I was late – and I stifled yawns behind my vinyasa scarf all the way through home reading review with the grade one kids in her class. Sorry kids, I didn’t have time to stop for coffee. I still only know about half the kids names, by looking at them (which I’m just going to add to one more reason I’m in awe of the teachers).
She didn’t wear socks. Hashtag #momfail, number 14 in one day.
I spent my favourite morning of the week observing six year olds while I cut elves, put stickers in home reading books and being constantly amazed by another one of Olivia’s teachers. Every time I volunteer in the classroom, I’m learning too, because teachers are just so freakin’ crafty at getting those kids to listen and pay attention.
Highlight: “What’s wrong with the back of your hair? Did Olivia cut your hair while you were sleeping?” Confused, I had forgotten I had put my hair in a ponytail and the undercut nape was peeking through. Have I mentioned that I love six year olds?
After lunch, I came home, found the permission slip, crossed four things off of my to do list and added “library day” to the mom calendar, and was dauntingly reminded that next week the calendar is twice as busy as this one: there’s two date nights, three events, one Christmas concert and a birthday party.
I need an adultier adult to supervise my mom calendar.