Ah… April in Arizona. The time when “spring” temps start to creep into the upper 90s and kids begin their countdown to freedom. As of today, we have only four weeks left of school. Four weeks full of tests and projects and papers and assemblies and concerts and fieldtrips and… how in the world will we survive it all? Something is sure to slip through the cracks. At least, if you are at all like me it will.
Last week (in my excitement over surviving another tax season – Boo-ya!), I forgot kid #2 at school. Not forgot a little, forgot a LOT. Forty-five minutes after school got out I looked around and realized “something” was missing… apparently it was my brain. Sent the DH out to get him and found that he was nearly home, drenched in sweat, and slightly sunburnt. (I did point out that if he had remembered his cell phone, he could have called to remind me that he needed a ride that day… so maybe technically it was HIS fault I forgot. He didn’t buy it, but you can’t fault me for trying.)
Later, same kid reminds me that he needs materials for a big science project they were starting in class in the morning. “Tomorrow? And you’re telling me this at 8:00?!” Yeah… he had given me the supply list two weeks earlier and I had promised to get right on it. Strike 2. Good thing Target is open late.
These things never would have happened in September. September Mom would have been early; April Mom is much less responsible. I will admit, it’s good to know that at least I’m not alone. Enjoy this hilarious blog post from last year and hang in there, moms; it’s almost summer!