Once again, Thursday has rolled around. There’s something I’m supposed to do on Thursday morning, but what could it be? Oh, yeah, put together Little B’s homework assignment! That I forgot to do the night before! I mean, forgot to have HIM do. Because of course he googles his own image search of objects that start with a certain sound, and of course I let him use my hair cutting scissors (because that’s all I can ever find) to cut out the pictures, and of course I don’t pull the bottle of glue from his hand impatiently and glue the little pictures into his sound journal FOR him, because that would be wrong. (And of course I don’t do all of this stuff while shoving a belt in his pants, 5 minutes before the bus comes on Thursday mornings.)
Little B’s teacher tries to make it as simple as possible for me, having his homework fall due on the SAME DAY OF EVERY SINGLE WEEK. Yet, I still forget, every Wednesday night, that we’ve got homework to do. How simple can you make it, really? How scattered am I? In my defense, we did have a birthday party last night for Big E, who is now officially 16 AND too big for his own britches.
So, my confession for this Thursday is this: I’m not a very good school mom. I forget about things that it is my business to remember. I overlook important papers copied on brightly-colored cardstock because I assume it is unimportant. OR, I realize that they are important and so I put them in extra-special spots, and then completely forget that they exist. And then, when I DO remember that there was something important that I was supposed to do, I can’t find the special spots that I hid the notes in. Tomorrow, Little B is supposed to have a box with a removable lid that he decorates all special-like, to bring to school for show-and-tell and then keep at home to put his letter/phonics cards in. I have been re-reminding myself about this all week. This morning, I was supposed to bring a shoe box to work so that I could wrap it in craft paper and then let him decorate it tonight. Of course, I completely forgot about this before I walked out of the door to go to work. I even told myself, in the shower, to make sure to associate my keys with a shoe box. But it didn’t work.
Again, I must express my complete exasperation with myself, and question why in the world God gave me 4 children to take care of and prepare to go off into the world as responsible, strong adults, when I feel like I am neither responsible, nor an adult on most days.
Oh, and P.S.: Rather than take your constructive critism about these points, I’d really rather hear about your own ineptitude(s)…whether they are about parenting or any other aspect of adulthood.