Oh hell... I have forgotten again

It is Tuesday. Alexis is off to school and then going home with her friend. Wow how fast she is growing up.

I should rush home to clean but who wants to do that. Please Don't tell me if you do. Just to give you an idea of our need for cleaning, as I dropped my daughter off at school the teacher opens the door to help her out and a couple toys, some wrappers and a shoe fall to the pavement. As the teacher pushes the items back in the car, I look around to see who is behind me in the carpool line. Oh lord please do not let it be Mary Ann, every mom knows a Mary Ann, she is the mom who shows up with all the snacks, extra clothes and is always prepared. She never makes a mistakes like forgetting special events and her child is always dressed to a tee. Alexis fumbles to get out of the car trying not to drop anymore crap out of the back of the pigsty, I call a car. I wave goodbye and tell her I love her.

I sit in my car looking around waiting to pull out of the carpool line. I see a couple of the other kids getting out of their vehicles, and realize, OH SHOOT it is picture day. I look out the window at my little girl in her mismatched socks, hair barely brushed, an outfit that looks like it is just out of the bottom of the hamper, wrinkled but clean, and as always her shoes on the wrong feet. I had started out the day just glad she was dressed now I see this outfit is going to be immortalized in history. As all the other little girl walk in to school with their dresses and matching bows. I call my husband for support and advice. He proceeds to tell me how his parents scarred him for life by always forgetting just these type of days. He tells me a story about when it was field day and he showed up in a green shirt. As he looks around half the school was in red and the other half was in blue. Where did he fit? He say he felt like an outcast. "good job we are making her an outcast and she does not even know it yet. My poor Baby" he says laughing. He loves to tease me. Not quite what I was looking for.

So as I drive off obsessing about my daughters outfit. Daydreaming that she is alone in the corner of her class because no one will talk to her since she is not in a dress with matching bows. Oh boy do I have a flair for the dramatic. I finally make a promise to myself that I will do better next time.

Oh hell...I have forgotten there is a big event at the school on Thursday all the parents are supposed to attend. I frantically call William AGAIN. I say "you have to take the day off Thursday, we have to be at her school she will freak if we don't make it!" He replies "baby, I am not sure I have to work, and it is supposed to be a busy day." I reply "you have to" the tears start to flow, I sob into the phone saying something undecipherable that makes no sense but revolved around the idea that if we don't make it we will doom our daughter to a life as a loner with no friends, because who wants to be friends with a little girl who's parents cant even make it to her performance. He is silent, I am sure smiling to himself thinking Kirsten calm down she is going to be just fine. He agrees he will make it.

Phew!!! another tragedy avoided.

As Emme and I drive off I reach back and hold my youngest daughters hand, for support I guess. I love the feel of her soft little hand in mine. I am hoping to keep her awake until we make it home. She is happily talking to herself making noises and blowing raspberries. I make her a promise that by the time she goes to school I will be a Mary Ann and never make these kind of mistakes again. She blows another raspberry and shuts her eyes. Oh well... Off to sleepy time she goes. Another day in the life of a stay at home mom.

Kirsten