I checked my phone as I was leaving the house to head to the school this afternoon and saw that I had a voicemail, so I listened to it as I walked.
"Hi, Mom," the voice message said. "There's a parent meeting at 4:30 for the Annie play and I was just wondering if you remembered...so...can you come?"
I decided not to call her back since I currently was coming and because I had no reliable way to get ahold of her since the school office was technically closed and that's where she'd used the phone. Instead I made a note of the time and quickened my pace but was interrupted by a series of buzzes in my pocket, alerting me that I had some incoming text messages.
It was Rachel's friend Kenzie's mom.
"Hi Nancy! I'm here at he school for the parent meeting about the play. Rachel is nervous wondering if you're coming and asked me to text you."
"On my way," I texted back, and Kenzie's mom promised to set Rachel's mind at ease.
I don't know why she'd think I would forget something as important as the parent meeting for the school musical. I mean, come on...It's not as if I completely forgot what day the kids were supposed to return to school after their Christmas break or anything.
Oh, wait...I did.
It's just...Christmas break was so short (we've been used to having three weeks off, having been on the (far superior, in my opinion) year-round calendar)! And Andrew had Tuesday off, so it would make sense for the kids to have the day off, too, right? Because sending children back to school the day after New Year's Day seems like an act of lunacy, right? Right?! Especially when they only got the Friday before Christmas off. Sheesh.
I didn't realize my error until about 10:30 on Monday night, and fixing it involved breaking up a sleepover/Hunger Games marathon the girls were holding in the basement (with just the two of them). All our Tuesday plans were dashed and I was so upset about having to return my children into the clutches of the system that I started looking up alternative schooling systems (seriously thinking about doing a half-day virtual school, if we can, especially because there's no accelerated program at our school and, not to brag, but my children are bored out of their everliving minds).
We only sent them to school for half the day on Tuesday. We pulled them out to finish up the last of our holiday plans (seeing the movie Coco, which was excellent, and visiting with out-of-town family).
But apparently that incident really shook Rachel's trust in my ability to follow a calendar (Benjamin's illusion of my skill in this area was dashed long ago when I first forgot to pick him up on an early-out day (which I've done several times now)).
"We're allowed to pack a snack," she told me on our walk home together, "Since we'll be staying after school so long."
"That's a good idea," I said. "Do you get a break, then? Is that when you called me this afternoon?"
"No, Ms. Beth just asked if there were any parents who..."
"Were super forgetful?" I filled in for her, raising my hand.
Rachel assured me that that was not what Ms. Beth had said (but it's quite possibly what Ms. Beth meant).
"Hi, Mom," the voice message said. "There's a parent meeting at 4:30 for the Annie play and I was just wondering if you remembered...so...can you come?"
I decided not to call her back since I currently was coming and because I had no reliable way to get ahold of her since the school office was technically closed and that's where she'd used the phone. Instead I made a note of the time and quickened my pace but was interrupted by a series of buzzes in my pocket, alerting me that I had some incoming text messages.
It was Rachel's friend Kenzie's mom.
"Hi Nancy! I'm here at he school for the parent meeting about the play. Rachel is nervous wondering if you're coming and asked me to text you."
"On my way," I texted back, and Kenzie's mom promised to set Rachel's mind at ease.
I don't know why she'd think I would forget something as important as the parent meeting for the school musical. I mean, come on...It's not as if I completely forgot what day the kids were supposed to return to school after their Christmas break or anything.
Oh, wait...I did.
It's just...Christmas break was so short (we've been used to having three weeks off, having been on the (far superior, in my opinion) year-round calendar)! And Andrew had Tuesday off, so it would make sense for the kids to have the day off, too, right? Because sending children back to school the day after New Year's Day seems like an act of lunacy, right? Right?! Especially when they only got the Friday before Christmas off. Sheesh.
I didn't realize my error until about 10:30 on Monday night, and fixing it involved breaking up a sleepover/Hunger Games marathon the girls were holding in the basement (with just the two of them). All our Tuesday plans were dashed and I was so upset about having to return my children into the clutches of the system that I started looking up alternative schooling systems (seriously thinking about doing a half-day virtual school, if we can, especially because there's no accelerated program at our school and, not to brag, but my children are bored out of their everliving minds).
We only sent them to school for half the day on Tuesday. We pulled them out to finish up the last of our holiday plans (seeing the movie Coco, which was excellent, and visiting with out-of-town family).
But apparently that incident really shook Rachel's trust in my ability to follow a calendar (Benjamin's illusion of my skill in this area was dashed long ago when I first forgot to pick him up on an early-out day (which I've done several times now)).
"We're allowed to pack a snack," she told me on our walk home together, "Since we'll be staying after school so long."
"That's a good idea," I said. "Do you get a break, then? Is that when you called me this afternoon?"
"No, Ms. Beth just asked if there were any parents who..."
"Were super forgetful?" I filled in for her, raising my hand.
Rachel assured me that that was not what Ms. Beth had said (but it's quite possibly what Ms. Beth meant).
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