Ah the school year has begun. Not really. Jessica doesn’t start until next week and I’ve been really happy with the extra time with her. I’m excited for this year and what it means for her and I think that next year she’ll be SO ready for kindergarten – I just don’t know that I will ever be ready for that. Full days away from her. No thank you.
However tonight was the parent meeting at Jessica’s school and it was informative and exciting and oh my goodness I’m already being called by the teachers because I’m late on the papers being handed in. No really. Her classes have not begun and I’m already not handing in important papers.
Maybe this is where we should talk about my organization skills. Tracy? Tracy, are you there? Can you weigh in on this one? I’m not good at the organization. I maybe used to be, at one time. When there were unicorns roaming my backyard that I rode to the candy store every day and paid with rose petals. Yes, that’s when it was. I USED to be organized.
So tonight’s project is for me to get through my pile of stuff and figure out what’s really going on this year with her school.
But then there was this meet-n-greet for the parents with refreshments and as I’m chasing my children around the room because, again with the organization, we totally though tonight was meant for the children to come to the room and meet their classmates (WRONG). So, there I am chasing my kids and helping Oliver with his bloody nose and trying to keep Jessica from double dipping in the salsa, yes, welcome to my relaxing evening among other adults, another parent comes up to me and says – “You look so familiar!”
This is where that dream I have about being naked in highschool becomes reality and I immediately think, have you read my site? Is that why I look familiar? And not in a vain way, really. It’s out of this body weird when someone says they read this thing and I’m all – what? Why?
So I’m scrambling to come up with a reason why they would know me without bringing up this website, because folks, I do not want to be that mom in the co-op preschool. It’s just weird. I’m sorry. It’s uncomfortable for me. I’m trying to not be so shy about it when someone says something about it and instead I’m trying to smile and carry on the conversation. But, I don’t know. It’s WEIRD.
Here’s to flying under the radar this year.