August 8, 2008

My Pledge

I will be more "with it" this school year. I will be alert in the mornings so that I don’t forget to send things into school with Big I, like morning snacks for example. I will know the dates of all important things for the school year and will remember to dress her accordingly for school spirit days etc. Not only will I be alert, but I will be chipper (if that’s possible in the morning. . . no self doubt. . . I’ll make myself chipper). I will try my best to not be in my pajamas when I drop her off at school (and pick her up). . .

These are the types of things I’ve been reciting to myself all summer long. I may have forgotten to send a snack in with Big I twice all school year, but for those two instances I will be mentally beating myself up forever.

In the interest of starting off the school year at her new school on the right foot, I woke up more than 10 minutes before we had to leave to go register her today. I had all my documentation to register her for school: driver’s license, sales agreement proving she lives in the school district, a letter from my parents stating that we live with them in the school district, blood and hair samples. . . Ok, maybe not those, but it kind of felt like they might be required.

So, as I’m standing there filling out the paperwork and waiting for the woman to finish copying all of my documentation, I realize that my shirt feels like of funny. "Hmm, this neck feels really baggy," I thought as I moved my fingers along the collar. "Hmm, the back of the neck feels sort of low. Did I stretch it out? No that can’t be it. Oh my God!!! I’m wearing my t-shirt backwards!"

So much for being "with it" to start the school year. Trying seems pretty much futile. I’ve said it before and I’ll admit it once again. I’m just not one of those Mom’s.