I share this story because this is why I have a blog. I debated whether to come clean for quite a bit this morning, and decided not to edit myself.
My daughter’s first day of school is tomorrow, but she’s in this peer leader program and had to go in today to welcome the incoming Freshman. Because we live in a different town then her high school, bus service was not available today and I had to drop her off at 7am.
On my way back I noticed a ton of buses from our school district all over our neighborhood. Hmm…I thought. School starts tomorrow, why are buses running today? As I turned onto our street I noticed a bunch of middle schoolers at the corner. They usually get picked up an hour before my son gets picked up.
My stomach turned a bit. Beads of sweat started to form. No. Today is Tuesday. School starts tomorrow. Right? Why didn’t I bring my phone with me? No biggie. I know I’m right.
I got home and ran into the kitchen – yep, the calendar says school starts on the 28th. Wednesday. Tomorrow. I grabbed my phone and checked the date. Gulp. Everyone in the neighborhood was right. Today was Wednesday.
I ran upstairs like a lunatic and woke my son up.
“School starts today!! Today! Today! Wake up! Brush your teeth!”
My husband casually walked in my son’s room, I shouted some obscenities, and he walked out.
I frantically pulled the tags off all the clothes and ran downstairs. We’d ordered his backpack in July and I’d stuffed it in a closet. Somewhere. I remember feeling so organized when it came in the mail. Like one of those people who buys Christmas presents in the summer. Found it!
That relief was quickly gone when I realized the bag was empty. I never bought the supplies.
Why? Because it was 5 silly little things that I thought I’d pick up at the last-minute.
I grabbed my wallet and headed to CVS.
I love CVS. I owe CVS a debt of gratitude and appreciation.
I grabbed Expo markers, red/green/blue/yellow plastic (not laminated) folders, composition books, pencils, zippered pencil-case – and milk for cereal. I would have grabbed Xanax if it was OTC.
By the time I got home we had 15 minutes.
I made him eat while I labeled and packed everything.
5 minutes to go.
I doused his hair with water and out the door he went.
Like we’d planned it all along.
Excuse me while I go throw up.