I find myself being very self-deprecating lately, when something in our household goes wrong. I can often be caught saying “Oh well. Guess I’m not getting that ‘Mother of the Year’ award.” or “Sorry honey. There goes my ‘Best Wife’ award.” Seriously, though. Why do I do that? I was thinking it again earlier when The Goose talked about not having his lunch today. The school calendar has today and tomorrow as half days for parent/teacher conferences. Understood. The school calendar says NO LUNCH for these days. Understood. Oops, maybe not. The Goose informed me that a fellow kindergartener shared his lunch, and his teacher gave him a juice and some chips since he didn’t have a lunch. HUH?? The damn calendar said NO LUNCH. Which I took to mean that the students were released for a half day and lunch was my problem. That was obviously not the case. I guess NO LUNCH really means BRING ONE FROM HOME. Couldn’t they have just said that??
It’s times like this that I feel like an idiot and wonder why I’m so ineffective. today, I stopped myself, and thought of all the crap I did this weekend. Here’s a recrap:
- 7 loads of laundry
- cleaned the living room
- cleaned the dining room
- cleaned the kitchen
- cleaned out the turtle tank
- went grocery shopping for 3 boys, a dog, a cat, 2 birds and myself
- sent my mom her birthday present
- bought Halloween costumes for the boys
- kept the family fed
- did some online work
And that’s just two days.
This all has reminded me of those cheesy Enjoli ads from the 70s and 80s. Check it out:
Good stuff. I’m still not going to win any “Mother of the Year” awards, but I’m probably not going straight to hell, either. 🙂