I Am Failing JK Parenting.

Today was Beach Day at Maymo’s school – something I was alerted to last night via a slip of paper tossed into his planner by the teacher.

This morning, in the usual chaos of trying to get everyone ready, it slipped my mind.

And so Maymo went to school in his normal clothing.

His teacher called me into the classroom today at pickup time to inquire as to whether or not I read Maymo’s planner every day. I reminded her that I sign it – every single day – to acknowledge that yes, in fact, I did know he played at the water table or whatever he did that’s worth scribbling in there.

Then, to add insult to injury, she asked me whether I’m “aware” of the home reading program. This would be the home reading program that requires me to ALSO sign a paper saying that Maymo and I read the crap book they sent in his backpack earlier in the week.

I have not missed more than one day of signing these things, by the way, and always check Maymo’s backpack the moment we arrive at home.

Now. I realize that Maymo’s teacher was probably not trying to make me feel bad about anything. She knows that Coffee and I are new to the school and the system. She also seems to be a nice enough woman in the general sense of things.

But hell, lady, there are days when I’m in awe that ANY of the kids make it to school – simply because we’ve only been doing this for 2 months and we’re trying to get five people READY in the morning and I’m SIGNING the damned books every time and doing the homework and if you want me to dress the kid up in THEMED OUTFITS you should probably give me more than a few hours’ notice.

OKAY?!