Why just this morning, as we were all searching for Ben's overdue library books (after 20 minutes of searching, "Oh mom! I forgot. I already turned them in last week!") I realized we were going to be seriously late for school if we didn't get moving. I
Just then Tommy comes running back in the house to tell me he forgot to brush his teeth.
"Let me smell your breath." I tell him.
Without questioning me he breathes in my face. "Not bad. Just don't breath on anyone today, okay?" I say hurrying him out the door.
"MOM!" Tommy pleads.
"Hon, we don't have time for this! Let's go, let's go, let's go!" I
I successfully dropped the kids off at school, explained to Grace's teacher what a miserable failure I was and that I would quick run to the store and be back soon with an acceptable snack. By the time I got back to school, signed in at the office, handed in the snack, and was signing out of the office I remembered that I also forgot my donation towards our retiring parish priest's present. I again explained my awfulness this time to the school secretary. She laughed and asked me if I've read Worst End of School Year Mom Ever. I told her that I did, and obviously, can relate.
It really doesn't ever end, people. This end of the school year madness. Seriously. When will it end? I still have to get gifts for each of my kids' teachers! Gifts! Like I have any creative juices left in me to get thoughtful gifts at this point. Projects need to be finished and handed in. Big tests have to be studied for. Class parties, and picnics, and field trips, and snack days! Permission slips and sign up sheets and order forms and preregistration forms and progress reports!
I can't do it anymore. I can't. I feel like such a slacker, but I can't help it. I'm just done. Seven and a half more days. I don't know if we're gonna make it. Help me.